Raife started, and his expression became engrossed. "The important part of what I want to say is," proceeded the detective, "that, although it is merely a coincidence that you should have been in the middle of the night on the scene of an attempted burglary, I saw you, earlier in the evening, dining at the Savoy with a Miss Gilda Tempest, who is supposed to be the niece of this Doctor Malsano." Raife sprang from his seat and said: "Come, come, Herrion, I can't hear a word against Miss Tempest." "I ask you to keep cool, Sir Raife, until I explain to you how serious is the situation. It is incredible to feel that your good name--Sir Raife Remington--should be associated with a gang of continental swindlers, of whom this lady is the decoy." Again Raife hotly intervened. "I must ask you, Herrion, not to drag Miss Tempest's name into the dust." "It is true, I think you will agree, that my professional position entitles me to speak." Raife winced, but his was not the nature to give in easily. In spite of his own personal knowledge of the doctor, and of Gilda, he loved the girl dearly, and love is blind--sometimes to the point of madness. Herrion continued: "I assure you, in confidence, that Doctor Malsano and Miss Tempest are liable to arrest at any moment. When I was in Nice, a short while ago, they had a plan for stealing the Baroness von Sassniltz's jewels. She was staying at the Hotel Royal, and so were they. In addition, this Apache-looking fellow, who fell in the river last night, was in their service for the purpose. He was employed as a messenger, and I had him removed. I had other work on and could not stay to protect the baroness's jewels. I did my best in the circumstances. The doctor caught sight of me in the hotel, and he, and his niece, disappeared at once." This was circumstantial enough, and, but for the obstinate strain in all young lovers, would have carried conviction. Raife remained obdurate, almost defiant, but the skilled observation of the famous detective noticed that he was wavering. With great dignity and deliberation he added: "Sir Raife Remington, in your own interests, I beg of you to abandon this mad alliance. It is suicidal." Raife rose from his chair and walked slowly around the room. He mixed himself a whisky and soda, and drank the contents at a gulp. He crossed the room to Herrion, and, extending his hand, said: "Herrion, you are right. I thank you heartily for your most disinterested action. I will abandon the whole accursed crew. They have blighted my life." The strong, stern, little man, relentless in the conviction of crime, unwavering in the performance of his duty, had saved a man's name--a family name. A whimsical smile spread over his countenance as he left the room.