She blurted the words out, and Maisie stared at her. Somehow she had never thought of Lollie Marsh as a person who would get married, and it was amazing to see the confusion and shyness in which her confession had thrown her. "I congratulate you with all my heart," said Maisie. "Who is the fortunate man?" "I can't tell you. Yes, I will," said the girl. "I'll trust you. I'm marrying Jack Crewe." "Crewe? I remember. Mr. King spoke about him. But isn't he one of the--isn't he a friend of the colonel?" Lollie nodded. "Yes, but we're going away to-night. That is why I came to see you." Maisie White clasped the girl's hands in hers. "You yourself are facing a great happiness and a beautiful life," pleaded Lollie, her eyes filling with tears. "Can't you feel some sympathy with me? For I want love and happiness and security more even than you, because you have never known anything of the dreadful apprehensions and uncertainties such as I have passed through. And I want you to help me in this. I'm not going to ask you to influence Mr. King to do anything but his duty. But I want just a chance for Jack." Maisie shook her head. "I don't know that I can promise that," she said. "Mr. King has always spoken of your friend as one of the least dangerous of the gang. When are you leaving?" "To-night." "To-night? But how?" "That's a secret." "But it is a secret I won't reveal," smiled Maisie. "By aeroplane," said Lollie after a moment's hesitation, and told the story of Pinto's preparation. "You'd better not tell me where you're going," warned Maisie, but she didn't stop Lollie in time. "Well, I wish you luck and I'll do my best for you." She stopped and kissed the girl. "There's one warning I want to give you, Miss White," said Lollie as she stood in the doorway. "The colonel is a desperate man and I don't think somehow that he's coming through this with his life. He's been a good friend of mine up to a point and according to his lights, but you've been good and Mr. King has been more than good. Beware of the colonel now that you have him at bay! That is all!" Then she was gone. CHAPTER XXXVIII A USE FOR OLD FILMS They brought Pinto Silva into the magistrate's court at Bow Street the following morning in a condition of collapse. The man was dazed by his misfortune, incapable of answering the questions which were put to him, or even of instructing the exasperated solicitor who had been with him for an hour. By the solicitor's side was a grey-faced, shrunken man, whose clothes did not seem to fit him and who at the end of the proceedings whispered something into the lawyer's ear. But the application which was made for bail was rejected. The evidence was too damning, and the knowledge that the prisoner was not English and that it would be impossible to extradite him if he managed to make his escape to certain countries, all helped to influence the magistrate in his refusal.