"Oh, you think I am utterly, irretrievably base!" she cried bitterly. "You think I would betray you, after what you have done for me, saved me from death or a life-long imprisonment." She broke into wild sobbing. He put his arm round her, and drew her gently towards him, till her crying ceased. "My poor little Violet," he whispered gently. "Let us speak together quite frankly. You are, on your own showing, an adventuress, with, I believe, some very womanly instincts. Well, I am not quite sure that I am very much better. You sold the Cause for money. I sold it for money, too, plus conviction. I wonder if we could turn over a new leaf, lead a new life together?" "If I could find somebody who really cared for me," cried the pretty little blonde woman, still tearful. "Jaques loves me, I am sure, but just with the love of a father." "Well, I care for you," said Moreno, and this time he spoke without any reservation. Violet lifted her face to his, and their lips met. Then she shivered. "But how can we escape from this horrible brotherhood? Lucue and Jaques are left. They will exact their pound of flesh. They will snare us into equally dangerous enterprises." Moreno snapped his fingers. "Bah! If I have outwitted Contraras and the others, I will soon settle Lucue's hash. As to poor old Jaques, it won't take long to convince him that he is more safely employed in earning a hundred per cent, on his capital than in trying to blow up respectable people who have certainly never injured him. The fate of the others will frighten him." Violet drew herself from his protecting arm, and dried her eyes. "I think, dear, I can really turn into a good woman," she said plaintively. "You see, I have never had a proper chance. When I married Jack, and I was genuinely fond of him, I thought I had met a gentleman. Can you guess what he really was?" "A card-sharper?" suggested Moreno, with his uncanny facility of guessing conundrums. Mrs Hargrave nodded her blonde head. "You have hit it. A week after we were married he told me all about himself. We were to take an expensive flat in Mount Street, and he would bring people there. He spent three weeks in teaching me an elaborate system of signalling. As a rule, we played together, but he had another couple of confederates to ward off suspicion." "Did you tell Jaques of this?" "No, I was too ashamed. Jaques is, of course, a rogue in his own way, but not that way. He was opposed to the marriage at first, and I was keen on it. I made out that Jack was a man of good family, and well-off. I believed all he told me at the start. I didn't want to own that I had been taken in." "I quite understand," replied Moreno. "By the way, of course you didn't know that poor old Contraras is dead." "Contraras dead? How did he die?"