She paused, as though stricken with sudden reluctance. "Well?" "The name by which you know him is Millard." Had Jack Benson been lashed at that instant with a whip he could not have been more astounded. "Who?" he cried. "What? That in fam--" He checked himself abruptly. "It was kind of you to stop as you did," the young woman declared, gratefully. "The man whom you know as Millard is my promised husband." "I'm sor--I mean, I'm astonished," sputtered Jack Benson. Then he turned to take another keen look into her face. "What do you want to say to me about Millard?" he demanded. "I ask you--I beg you--to aid him to escape from Washington--from the country. Yet, to do that, all he needs is to get safely out of the District of Columbia. You know that he is here in Washington, or I would not have told you as much." "Does Millard find it so very difficult to get out of Washington?" queried Jack, grimly. "If he did not, Mr. Benson, believe me I would never come to the enemy to beseech mercy. Probably I am not telling you anything you do not already know," she went on, rather bitterly. "But every avenue of escape from Washington is blocked by Secret Service men. It is not so difficult to hide in the city, but to get out of it is impossible--to-day." "Madam," Jack answered, softly, "it would be my desire to give you every bit of aid and comfort possible. However, what you ask is simply impossible. For one thing, it would be in direct defiance of my--" "Oath" he was about to add, but checked him self. On account of their knowing that he was to be sought at the United Service Club it was possible--even likely--that the enemy knew of his actual connection with the Navy. Yet, Benson did not propose to supply the other side with any gratis information. So he added: "Contrary to my duty as an American. I am loyal to the Flag, madam," the boy continued. "Do you know the nature of Millard's offense?" "No-o-o-o; that is, not exactly." "Do you wish me to tell you?" "Why--he--he--told me it was some dispute over international affairs," stammered the young woman. "Do you feel yourself a loyal American?" asked Jack, looking at her curiously. "Yes!" she answered, without an instant's hesitation, looking straight into his eyes, almost defiantly. "And you love this man, Millard?" "Yes!" Yet her declaration was not so emphatic as it would have been a few moments before. Jack Benson sighed. "Would you love a man who had betrayed his country's flag?" he asked, presently, in a very low voice. "Has Don--has the man you know as Millard offered to do that?" It was not suspicion, but incredulity that rang in her voice. Jack Benson knew, now, that he was dealing with a woman who knew herself to be a patriot--a lover of her country. "I don't know that I have any right to say anything," Jack answered, evasively. "Mr. Millard is a civil engineer, isn't he?"