"There's no doubt about it," I remarked as soon as we had partially recovered from our surprise. "That's Fuller right enough." "Oh! there's no doubt it's our man," said Dennis emphatically. "Even if we had not the evidence of the torn page to corroborate it, the likeness is perfect." "Yes," I agreed, "but what do you think his game can be? I'm coming round to Garnesk's wireless theory." "Whatever it is, we've stumbled on something of real importance this time. We must find out what it is and show it up at once." "I hope you'll take care," said Myra anxiously. "I shouldn't mind so much if I could be with you to help, but it's dreadful to sit here and know you are in danger and not be able to do anything at all." "I'm very glad you can't, darling," I said heartily, as I threw my arm round her shoulders. "I don't want you to come rushing into these dangers, whatever they may be. In a way I am glad you are not able to join us, because I know how difficult it would be to stop you if you were." "I suppose this is all one affair," she said doubtfully. "You don't think this is something quite different from the green ray? It might be two quite separate things, you know." "I don't think we are likely to meet with two such interesting problems in such a remote locality unless they are connected with each other, Miss McLeod, and especially as everything else apart from the photograph of Baron von Guernstein points to Fuller as the culprit. I think we can take it that in solving one mystery we provide the solution to the other." "I quite agree with you, Dennis," I said, "but what I am worrying about now is, what we are going to do." "The first thing you must do is to dress for dinner, and not let anyone imagine there is anything untoward about," Myra advised. "And please don't tell father you have been lunching with one of the Kaiser's principal spies, if that's what the Baron's title really means. I would much rather you said nothing to him at all about it for the present, and in any case you must have something definite in mind as to your plans before you put the matter to him. If you tell him you don't know what to do about it he will be in a dreadful state. He is very far from well, and all this business has told on him dreadfully." "That is very excellent advice, Miss McLeod," Dennis agreed warmly. "Ronald, we'll go and disguise ourselves as ordinary, undisturbed human beings and hide our fears and doubts behind the breastplate of a starched shirt. Come along." So Dennis dragged me away, and then, realising his indiscretion, allowed me to return to my _fiancee_ "just for two minutes, old fellow." Dinner was a curious meal, though not quite so strange as the meal the General and I had together the night, less than a week before, that Myra lost her sight.