"Mr. Farlow," he said, in his quaintly formal manner, "I must leave here. I must leave England. There is danger--great danger in my remaining. Oh, not for me," he went on, in response to a question in the other's eyes. "I do not care that for danger to my life." He flicked his fingers in the air. "Danger? It is the breath of life. No, it is not that. I am thinking of my friends. I am thinking of the project which is so dear to my heart--to my daughter's heart, as well as mine. My presence here can only add jeopardy to others. I can serve no purpose. I have your promise that the work will go on to its finish. It is all I can ask. And in that my services are not needed. I shall leave for some part of America. That is all." Ruxton's thoughtful eyes were searching. He was exercising great restraint. "Will you be safer in any other part of the world?" The other hesitated. The awkwardness of his excuses troubled him. He finally shrugged. "It is not for myself. This place is alive with spies searching for me. I know it. I--far more than the shipyards--am the magnet that draws them here. It is not good for the work. It is not good for you--or your father. Who knows----?" "How do you know they have traced you here?" The Prince's thin cheeks flushed. "I know it," he said, and the manner of his assertion warned Ruxton that it was useless to proceed further in the matter. He knew beyond a doubt that some influence was at work, the secret of which he was not to be admitted to. He knew beyond question that that secret had been communicated to her father in Vita's letter. He knew that it was something vital and pressing which she desired kept from him. What was it? For him there was only one explanation. For some incomprehensible reason she meant to abandon him. But was it incomprehensible? Was it? She was a woman--a beautiful, beautiful woman. There were other men, doubtless hundreds of men, who might possess greater attractions for her than he could ever hope to possess. And yet--no, he could not, would not believe it. CHAPTER XXIV RUXTON ARRIVES AT A GREAT DECISION Ruxton spent another long day and night travelling. He reached London and Smith Square in a fog, which by no means helped to lighten his mood. He visited Scotland Yard, where he spent an hour in close consultation, and when he departed thence for Buckinghamshire he was accompanied by a prominent officer. He spent several hours at Wednesford and Redwithy, and finally returned again to town. His movements were made with a complete disregard for himself. Weary? Depressed and worn out, he admitted to himself he had no time for weariness. He was obsessed by one thought now, one thought which dominated all others. He had lost Vita. She seemed to be passing completely and finally out of his life.