Verisschenzko felt that here was some mystery which he had yet to elucidate, the links in the chain were visible up to a point, but he then became baffled by the incontestable fact that Denzil had seen Amaryllis that evening for the first time! "If this is so, then it is a very great pity," he announced, after a moment or two's thought. "Were the times normal, we might leave all to Fate and trust to luck, but if you are killed and John is killed, it will be a thousand pities for Ferdinand to be the head of the family. A creature like that will not enlist, he will be safe while you risk your lives." Denzil went over to the window, apparently to get out a fresh box of cigars which were in a cabinet near. "John writes to-night that there is the chance of an heir after all--so perhaps we need not worry," he said, his voice a little hoarse with feeling. "I was so awfully glad to hear this--we all loathe the thought of Ferdinand." Verisschenzko actually was startled, and also he was strangely moved. "When I saw my lady Amaryllis to-night that idea came to me, only as I believed it was quite an impossibility--I dismissed it--It is a war miracle then?" and he smiled enquiringly. "Apparently." The cigar box was selected and Denzil had once more resumed his seat in a big chair before either of them spoke again. "I perfectly understand that there is some mystery here, Denzil--and that you cannot tell me--and equally I cannot ask you any questions, but it may be that in the days that are coming I could be of assistance to you. I have some very curious information which I am holding concerning Ferdinand Ardayre in his activities. You can always count on me--" Verisschenzko rose from his chair, stirred deeply with the thoughts which were coursing through his brain. "Denzil--I love that woman--I am absolutely determined that I shall not do so in any way but in spirit--I long for her to be happy--protected. She has an exquisite soul--I would have given her to you with contentment. You are her counterpart upon this plane--" Denzil remained silent, he had never seen Stepan so agitated. The situation was altogether very unusual. Then he asked: "Do you think Ferdinand will make some protest then?" "It is possible." "But there is absolutely nothing to be said, the fact of there being a child refutes all the old rumours." "In law--" "In every way," a flush had mounted to Denzil's forehead. "You know Lemon Bridges?" Verisschenzko suggested. "Yes--why do you ask?" "He is a remarkably clever surgeon. It is said that he is also a gentleman; if this news surprises him he will not express his feelings probably." Stepan was observing his friend with the minutest scrutiny now, while he spoke lazily once more as though upon a casual topic bent, and he saw that a lightning flash of anxiety passed through Denzil's eyes. "I do not see how any one can have a word to say about the matter," and he lit his cigar deliberately. "John is awfully pleased--"