The confession, for such it was, showed how Jerrold had, like old Small--who, by the way, was forgiven, for the assistance he had in the end rendered to the authorities--first been inveigled into the net spread by a moneylender, and having been forced to perform a small traitorous though unsuspected act three years before the outbreak of war, had, in order to extricate himself from financial ruin, been constantly threatened with exposure by Rodwell if he refused to further help the enemy, now that we were at war. He had steadfastly defied the master-spy, and had, indeed, in order to retrieve his past, boldly sought out spies and denounced them. But, alas! Rodwell's widespread influence in the network of espionage asserted itself, and into the hands of the Intelligence Department there had been placed the facts, with the proofs of his action three years before. A warrant had consequently been issued, and rather than bear the blackmail longer, or the punishment, he had been driven to take his own life, and thus unfortunately give colour to the base, unfounded charges levelled against his friend. Then, when the lovers knew the truth--and that the anonymous letter of warning had been sent by the woman Kirby in order to mystify them and thus strengthen Rodwell's hand--Jack, heedless of their two friends being present, turned and kissed his well-beloved fondly upon the lips. He saw that her big blue eyes were dimmed by tears of joy, and then he said, his voice trembling with emotion: "At last, my darling, I am free--free to love and to marry you--free at last of that terrible stigma placed so cleverly and wilfully upon me by that mean, despicable coward, who was both spy and blackmailer." "Yes, Jack dear," whispered the girl softly, as she raised her ready lips to those of her lover--"yes, you are free, and moreover we now love each other far better than ever we did, for our affection has been tried--tried and proven in the fire of the hatred of `Number Seventy Berlin.'" End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Number 70, Berlin, by William Le Queux