though it were no easy thing for him to digest his discovery.
"What shall I do?" cried the white-shouldered woman, as she looked up at him with distracted eyes.
"What do you want to do?" asked the somewhat bewildered Wilsnach.
Instead of answering that question, she stared at him with what seemed to be a sudden reproof.
"Can't you see what has happened here?" she asked, in little more than a whisper.
"I can see that we both seem to be working for the same Service, without quite—"
"Then what are we to do?" she cut in. "For no one must dream I'm in that Serviceand every moment means danger!"
"There are several things we can do. The first is to let in that house doctor. But remember, no one else. Then wait for me here until I get back!"
He was off, the next moment, scouring the midnight hotel for some trace of Kestner. It was not until he reached the loggia itself that he caught sight of his older colleague's figure. And Wilsnach hesitated for a moment to approach that older colleague, for he saw Kestner was already accosting a trim-
