Was it a Chinaman who was speaking? Certainly the voice was that of an Oriental of some sort, but to Alice it sounded more like the voice of an educated Japanese, although the language was that of the other race. "May I have my head free now?" she asked. "I am stifling." "Just a moment," was the reply. "They are bringing the box. When we start you shall be relieved." She heard them come; the box was lifted into the car, which seemed to be a long, three-seated affair, as near as Alice could judge. Then the start was made, and so noiselessly was it all managed that there had scarce been a sound. Immediately the burlap was withdrawn from Alice's head. The car proved to be a closed one. By the light of its lamps Alice was able to get an uncertain view of her companion. She shuddered as she recognized him. "So it is you, Dr. Garshaski!" she breathed. "Yes, Miss Montgomery, it is I," replied the man, speaking now in English. "I trust you will pardon this step on my part. It all came about by accident. I saw you standing there and I could not resist the temptation to at once seize upon the opportunity, and the woman of all others whom I devotedly love." Alice's heart sank. There were three other men in the car. The chauffeur was white, but the two seated on the box, which was crowded in front of the middle seat, were Chinese in American dress. They sat on the seat with their feet on the box, silent and stolid looking. Certainly there was nothing to be hoped for from an appeal to them. Did Alice know this Dr. Garshaski? She did, indeed. Harry's anxiety would have been more intense even than it was could he have suspected the truth. But there was no possible reason why he should suspect it. He believed this man to be in China or Japan. The story is this: About two years before it became necessary in a certain case to engage a detective who could speak both Chinese and Japanese. Such a combination is much rarer than might be supposed. Old King Brady applied to the Secret Service people, for it was on their work that the man was needed. They had such a person in stock, it seemed, and Dr. Garshaski, born of a Japanese father and a Chinese mother in the city of Shanghai, was sent to New York to co-operate with the Brady Bureau. They won out in the case all right, but they got more than they bargained for in this man, who really was a doctor and a graduate of a New England medical college. From the very outset he began making love to Alice, and in the most extravagant fashion. After the case was over he threw up his position as a Secret Service detective and remained in New York, pestering Alice beyond endurance. Harry threw him out of the office at an early stage of the game. He then wrote letters, threatening Harry's life. Alice was deluged with silly love epistles; he dogged her in the streets and waylaid her when she came and went from her rooms on Waverly Place.