"It is not the espionage alone," she declared. "I am confronted with something altogether different, something about which I cannot speak." "Is this man Jocelyn Thew connected with it in any way?" he demanded. She winced. "Why should you ask that question?" "Because it is perfectly clear," he continued, "that Jocelyn Thew exercises some sort of unholy influence over you, an influence, I may add, which it is my intention to destroy." She smiled bitterly. "If you can destroy anything that Jocelyn Thew means to keep alive," she began-- "Oh, please don't believe that Jocelyn Thew is infallible," he interrupted. "I have had a long experience of diplomatists and plotters and even criminals, and I can assure you that no man breathing is possessed of more than ordinary human powers. Jocelyn Thew has brought it off against us this time, but then, you see, one must lose a trick now and then. It is the next step which counts." "Oh, the next step will be all right!" she replied, with a hard little laugh. "He has brought his spoils to England, although there must have been twenty or thirty detectives on board, and you won't be able to stop his disposing of them exactly as he likes." "I don't agree with you," he assured her confidently. "That, however, is not what I want to talk about. You are in a false position. In the struggle which is going on now, your heart and soul should be with us and against Jocelyn Thew." Her eyes were lit with a momentary terror. "You don't suppose for a moment," she said, "that my sympathies are not with my own country and our joint cause?" "I don't," he replied. "On the other hand, your actions should follow upon your sympathies. There is something sinister in your present state. I want you to tell me just what the terror is that is sitting in your heart, that has changed you like this. Jocelyn Thew has some hold upon you. If so, you need a man to stand by your side. Can't you treat me as a friend?" She softened at his words. For a moment she sat quite silent. "I can only repeat to you what I told you once before," she said. "If you are picturing Jocelyn Thew to yourself as a blackmailer, or anything of that sort, you are wrong. I am under the very deepest obligations to him." "But surely," he protested, "you have paid your debt, whatever it was?" "He admits it." "And yet the terror remains?" "It remains," she repeated sadly. Crawshay meditated for a moment. "Look here, Miss Beverley," he said, "I have a friend who is chief in this country of a department which I will not name. Will you dine with me to-night and let me invite him to meet you?" She shook her head. "It is a very kind thought," she declared, "but I am engaged. Mr. Jocelyn Thew is dining here." Crawshay's face for a moment was very black indeed. He rose slowly to his feet.