Van Heerden lit a cigarette, and in the play of the flame Milsom saw him smiling. "She comes on after me," he said, "by which I mean that I have a place for her in my country, but not----" "Not the sort of place she expects," finished Milsom bluntly. "You may have trouble there." "Bah!" "That's foolish," said Milsom, "the convict establishments of England are filled with men who said 'Bah' when they were warned against jealous women. If," he went on, "if you could eliminate jealousy from the human outfit, you'd have half the prison warders of England unemployed." "Hilda is a good girl," said the other complacently, "she is also a good German girl, and in Germany women know their place in the system. She will be satisfied with what I give her." "There aren't any women like that," said Milsom with decision, and the subject dropped. The car stopped near the Marble Arch to put down Milsom, and van Heerden continued his journey alone, reaching his apartments a little before midnight. As he stepped out of the car a man strolled across the street. It was Beale's watcher. Van Heerden looked round with a smile, realizing the significance of this nonchalant figure, and passed through the lobby and up the stairs. He had left his lights full on for the benefit of watchers, and the hall-lamp glowed convincingly through the fanlight. Beale's flat was in darkness, and a slip of paper fastened to the door gave his address. The doctor let himself into his own rooms, closed the door, switched out the light and stepped into his bureau. "Hello," he said angrily, "what are you doing here?--I told you not to come." The girl who was sitting at the table and who now rose to meet him was breathless, and he read trouble in her face. He could have read pride there, too, that she had so well served the man whom she idolized as a god. "I've got him, I've got him, Julius!" "Got him! Got whom?" he asked, with a frown. "Beale!" she said eagerly, "the great Beale!" She gurgled with hysterical laughter. "He came to me, he was going to arrest me to-night, but I got him." "Sit down," he said firmly, "and try to be coherent, Hilda. Who came to you?" "Beale. He came to my boarding-house and wanted to know where you had taken Oliva Cresswell. Have you taken her?" she asked earnestly. "Go on," he said. "He came to me full of arrogance and threats. He was going to have me arrested, Julius, because of those letters which I gave you. But I didn't worry about myself, Julius. It was all for you that I thought. The thought that you, my dear, great man, should be put in one of these horrible English prisons--oh, Julius!" She rose, her eyes filled with tears, but he stood over her, laid his hands on her shoulders and pressed her back. "Now, now. You must tell me everything. This is very serious. What happened then?" "He wanted me to take him to one of the places." "One of what places?" he asked quickly.