So Tillizinni had the paper, and had, too, evidence as to his complicity in the Embassy robbery! But had he? Nobody would be able to identify the documents which were stolen. It had been stated so at the inquest. No, there would be no evidence to convict the respectable Raymond de Costa in that, or he would have been arrested by now. Besides, he was a known antiquarian and a collector of Chinese objects, art, and literature. There would be every excuse for his being in possession of such a thing. He had the transcription, and the document had no value now save to the antiquarian. He must act at once. CHAPTER XIII. CAPTAIN TALHAM PROPOSES. Talham had proposed to Yvonne Yale. It had followed many meetings, many calls at the house in Upper Curzon Street, many lengthy orations on the future of applied mechanics delivered to Mrs. Yale, who took what might be termed a shareholder’s interest in such matters, and the end of it was that Talham, after a sleepless night, called upon the Yales at five o’clock in the morning. This statement is made in all seriousness, because it is true. At this outrageous hour Captain Talham, a tall, handsome figure of a man, tanned and debonair, knocked at the door of the Yale ménage. He had knocked half a dozen times before the shuffling of slippered feet told him that his efforts had succeeded. A sleepy servant admitted him, albeit reluctantly. She asked him to stand in the hall while she went to arouse her mistress. “Remember,” said Talham, solemnly, “that it is only Miss Yvonne that I wish to see.” The servant came down again in her wrapper and led him to the drawing-room. Talham, with deplorable familiarity, pulled the blinds up. In five minutes the girl came in. She wore a long kimono of dark blue, edged with Russian embroidery, and she had hidden the glory of her hair under a boudoir cap. She looked singularly beautiful--he had never seen her more so. She was worried, too. Naturally, she could only interpret this unexpected call into a recurrence of the perils which she had already experienced. “I have called to see you, Miss Yale,” said Talham, gravely, “on a most important matter.” She nodded and waited. “Last night, or, rather, in the early hours of this morning, I had an interview with a Mr. de Costa,” said Talham.