"Fancy my missing this romance," she went on, laughing musically. "Jack, it's perfectly delightful. It's more than delightful, it's sublimely rich. You, _you_ of all men! Come, won't you confide in me? Ah, go on." Her eyes were brimming with laughter. Armitage frowned. "Look here, Sara, you're on the wrong tack." "Oh, is it possible! All right, you need n't confide in me if you don't wish to. All I ask is permission to view events--and you can't withhold that, you know. But seriously, Jack, can I be of any assistance? I approve, don't you know, awfully. And--she's worth every bit of it. But how are you going to win her in the guise of a chauffeur? I always knew you possessed a large amount of self-confidence, but allow me to inform you, sir, there are some things your natural qualifications can't overshadow. Come, Jack, do strip off your motley and court her as a naval officer--you see I, at least, have kept track of _you_--and a gentleman should; I don't like this way." "I tell you, you are wrong. I can't say anything now. But wait--then you 'll know. And, Sara, please; not a word as to whom I am; promise me you 'll keep still until I give you the word." She smiled enigmatically. "Don't you admire Anne Wellington?" "Come, Sara, promise; this is a serious matter with me." "Don't you?" she persisted. "Of course I do," he snapped. "She's a corker. Now promise." "I promise nothing. I shall act as I think best for you." Armitage gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment. "You may trust me, Jack. I may be able to help you. I feel sure I shall. I want to help you--and Anne." Armitage raised his hand warningly. "Don't, Sara, please!" "Very well." She smiled sweetly. "You may proceed to The Crags, McCall." Anne met her at the doorway and Armitage took the car to the garage. "Say," said Ryan, "there 's some one been calling you up for the past hour." Armitage looked at the man excitedly. "Who was it? Did he give his name?" "No, would n't give it. He said he 'd call up again, though. He--there goes the bell now." Armitage took up the receiver. "Is this you, Jack?" came the voice. "This is Thornton. Say, they 've got Yeasky." "Where?" Jack's voice was husky. "In Boston." "Did they find anything?" "No; they went through everything. He had n't a thing except a note signed 'Vassili' something, and some Austrian army data." "The family name of the man we 're gunning for," said Armitage. "Has he said anything?" "Nothing. They have not told him what he was captured for either, although I guess he knows. They want your orders." "All right," said Armitage. "Tell them to let him go, provided he leaves Boston by the first boat." "What!"