"At eleven o'clock at night we stepped out upon Charing Cross platform, and I ordered the cabman to drive me to the Cecil, for when acting the part of Reggie Martin, I always avoided Dover Street. It was too late to catch the Scotch mail, therefore I would be compelled to spend the first day of the pheasants in London, and start north to my friends on the following day. "Suddenly as we entered the station she had decided also to spend the night at the Cecil and leave next day for Ipswich, where a brother of hers was a tutor. "I wished her good-night in the big hall of the hotel, and went up in the lift. "Rising about half-past six next morning and entering my sitting-room, I was amazed to encounter Olga, fully dressed in hat and caracul jacket, standing in the grey dawn, reading a paper which she had taken from my despatch-box! "Instantly she dropped her hand, and stood staring at me without uttering a word, knowing full well that I had discovered the astounding truth. "I recognised the document by the colour of the paper. "`Well, mademoiselle?' I demanded in a hard tone, `And for what reason, pray, do you pry into my private papers like this?' "`I--I was waiting to bid you adieu,' she answered tamely. "`And you were at the same time making yourself acquainted with the contents of that document which I have carried in my belt ever since I left Sofia--that document of which you and your interesting friend, Zekki, have ever since desired sight--eh?' I exclaimed, bitterly. `My duty is to call in the police, and hand you over as a political Spy to be expelled from the country.' "`If m'sieur wishes to do that he is at perfect liberty to do so,' she answered, in quick defiance. `The result is the same. I have read Petkoff's declaration, so the paper is of no further use,' and she handed it to me with a smile of triumph upon those childlike lips. `Arrest or liberty--I am entirely in monsieur's hands,' she added, shrugging her shoulders. "I broke forth into a torrent of reproach for I saw that Bulgaria had been betrayed to her arch-enemy, Turkey, by that sweet-faced woman who had so completely deceived me, and who, after the first plot had failed, had so cleverly carried the second to a successful issue. "Defiant to the last, she stood smiling in triumph. Even when I openly accused her of being a spy she only laughed. "Therefore I opened the door and sternly ordered her to leave, knowing, alas! that, now she had ascertained the true facts, the Bulgarian secret policy towards Turkey would be entirely negatived, that the terrible atrocities in Macedonia must continue, and that the Russian influence in Bulgaria would still remain paramount.