Inspector Val visited the Secret Service Chief, and the two were as brothers of one mind. To lapse into the rustic figures of the farms, on that subject of secrecy they fell together like a shock of oats. Why should the world know of the splendid gopher work of London Bill? The gold had been saved; to publish the dangers it had grazed might inspire other bandits. No, secrecy was the word; that question Inspector Val and the Secret Service Chief answered as one man. And so no word crept forth. When the vault must be restored, it was said that those tons upon tons of gold it sheltered had broken down the steel floor. As bricks by the wagon load went into the drain through the manhole nearest the scene of London Bill's exploits, a pavement idler asked their purpose. They were to repair the drain where the water had eaten into and undermined the walls. Yes, it was a secret stubbornly protected; the tunnel was stopped up, the vault restored to what had been a former strength or weakness, and never a dozen souls to hear the tale. With the Russians, Inspector Val met views which ran counter to his own. An attache of the Bear accompanied Inspector Val to the San Reve's rooms in Grant Place. The Attache was for sending Storri's body to St. Petersburg. Inspector Val objected. "Why should you care?" said the Attache to Inspector Val. "I do not understand your interest." "She cares," returned Inspector Val, pointing to the dead San Reve. "I have made her interest mine. She died to keep this Storri by her side; I will not see her cheated." The Attache looked curiously at Inspector Val; a sentimental lunatic was not a common sight. The Attache, however, was no one to yield. Storri's remains must go to Russia. "Will you send home then the body of a thief overtaken in the crime?" asked Inspector Val. "This Storri schemed to rob the Treasury. I do not think the representatives of the Czar should oppose me in my whim." "Who are you?" asked the Attache. Inspector Val's disclosures were alarming; trained in caution, he did not care to defy them until he was sure of his foothold of fact. "The news you brought so affected me that I failed of politeness and never asked your name." "I am Inspector Val of the New York police." "And you declare Count Storri a thief engaged in robbing your Treasury?" "I say it word for word. More; he had it in train to burn a house and abduct a girl." The Attache surveyed Inspector Val with his sharp black eyes. Clearly, here was a man whom it would not be wise--for the honor of the Bear--to oppose! "And this poor woman loved Count Storri," said the Attache, shifting his glance to the dead San Reve. "She died, you say, to keep him by her. Yes, you are right; they should not be parted now."