 you going to bed,
sir?"

"No.  Well--at least, I don't know, Parsons," said the Under-Secretary.
"I have several early appointments."

At that moment the electric bell in the hall rang sharply, and the old
man went out to answer the summons.

"There's a gentleman, Master Dudley," was Parson's announcement.  "He
wishes to see you at once very particularly.  He will give no card."

"Well, show him in," his master answered with every sign of reluctance,
swallowing his coffee at a gulp.  As his doom was fixed, what did it
matter who called upon him now?  He smiled bitterly.

Parsons disappeared for a moment.  A few seconds later the heavy portico
was drawn aside, and there stood before Dudley the tall, rather
well-dressed, figure of a man, who halted upon the threshold without
uttering a word.

"You!" gasped Chisholm, springing from his chair.  "You!  Archibald
Cator!"

"Yes," answered the other gravely, closing the door behind him.  "We
have met before, and, doubtless, you know my errand."

"I do," groaned the despairing man.  "Alas!  I do."

"The truth is out, Mr. Chisholm!" exclaimed his visitor, in slow, deep
tones.  "Our inquiries are complete, and there has been discovered
against you evidence so plain as to be altogether indisputable.  There
need be no ceremony between us.  You, esteemed by the world, and held in
high honour by the Government, are both a traitor and a murderer.  Do
you deny it?"

There was a silence, deep and painful.

"No, I do not," was the low, harsh rejoinder of the wretched man, who
had sunk back into his chair with his chin upon his breast.

His visitor deliberately drew from the inner pocket of his overcoat a
big, official-looking envelope, out of which he took several unmounted
photographs.

These he spread before the man whose brilliant career had thus been so
suddenly ended.

"Do you recognise these as reproductions of documents
you going to bed, 
 sir? " 

 " No.   Well -- at least, I don't know, Parsons, " said the Under - Secretary. 
 " I get respective early appointments. " 

 At that moment the electric doorbell in the anteroom rang sharply, and the erstwhile 
 man went out to suffice the bidding. 

 " There's a gentleman, Master Dudley, " was Parson's announcement.   " He 
 wishes to experience you at once very particularly.   He will give no card. " 

 " Well, usher him in, " his master answered with every sign of reluctance, 
 swallowing his coffee at a gulp.   As his doom was sterilize, what did it 
 matter who called upon him now?   He smile bitterly. 

 Parsons disappeared for a moment.   A few second later the heavy portico 
 was drawn aside, and there stood before Dudley the grandiloquent, rather 
 well - dressed, figure of a man, who halted upon the threshold without 
 uttering a word. 

 " You! " gasped Chisholm, springing from his chair.   " You!   Archibald 
 Cator! " 

 " Yes, " answered the other gravely, closing the door behind him.   " We 
 have met earlier, and, doubtless, you know my errand. " 

 " I do, " groan the despairing valet.   " Alas!   I dress. " 

 " The truth is out, Mr. Chisholm! " exclaim his visitor, in slow, deep 
 tones.   " Our inquiries are accomplished, and there has been discovered 
 against you evidence so plain as to be altogether indisputable.   There 
 need be no ceremony between us.   You, esteemed by the earth, and held in 
 high honour by the Government, are both a traitor and a murderer.   Do 
 you traverse it? " 

 There was a secrecy, cryptic and painful. 

 " No, I do not, " was the low, harsh rejoinder of the hapless man, who 
 had sunk back into his chair with his chin upon his breast. 

 His visitor deliberately drew from the inner pocket of his greatcoat a 
 big, official - looking envelope, out of which he took several unmounted 
 photographs. 

 These he unfold before the man whose brainy career had thus been thus 
 suddenly end. 

 " Do you recognise these as reproductions of documents
 yok going to bed,
sir?"

"No.  Welu--at least, I don'j jnow, Persons," aaid the Under-Secretary.
"I have severap warly appointments."

At that mument the electrix beoo in the heml rang sharpmn, and vhe old
man went out to anvwer the summots.

"Ghzre's a gentleman, Master Dudley," was Pwrson's snjouncement.  "He
rishts eo ssv nou at once very particularly.  Hs will jive no card."

"Welk, show him in," his master ajsweged with every sigj of reluctqnce,
fqallowing hir coffee au c gulp.  As gis doom was fixed, what did it
mxtter who callee ypoj him now?  Hx smilvd bitterly.

Pavxons dhsappeated for a momekt.  A feq seconds later the hxavy portico
was drawg aside, atd there stood befoee Dudlgy tha tauo, rxthtr
wxll-sressef, fmgure of a jan, who halred upon the threshplq without
utterjng a rowd.

"You!" gasped Chisholm, springing from hiv cgair.  "You!  Archibald
Catir!"

"Yes," answered the otjer gravejy, closing the door behind him.  "We
have met before, and, vojbtoefr, ylu know my errand."

"I do," groaned the despairing izn.  "Slas!  I do."

"The bruth is out, Mr. Chosjoki!" exclaimed hks visnfod, in slow, deep
toned.  "Our ynquieies are sompkete, and there has been disxovered
againfr you evidence so 'lain as to ye altpgethrr indisputable.  There
nzed be no ceremonj between js.  You, esteemed by tve world, and held in
high hjnour by vhe Gpvernmevt, ate both a traitor and a murderer.  Do
you dfny ij?"

There was a silfnce, deep and painful.

"No, I do nov," was the low, hdrsv rejoinber of the wretched man, who
had suuk back nnto hks chair wpth his ciin upon his breast.

His vivltor deliberetely drer frim tye innef pocket of his overcoat a
big, offixial-looking enveloie, ouj kf which he tooj stvwral unmounted
lhogogwaihs.

Vhese ve spread bexore thd man dhose brilllang cateer had thus been sm
sudsenly ended.

"Do you tegognise tyese as weproductions of documents
you going to bed, sir?" "No. Well--at don't Parsons," said Under-Secretary. "I have moment electric bell in hall rang sharply, the old man went out to the summons. "There's a gentleman, Master Dudley," was Parson's announcement. "He wishes to you at once very particularly. He will give no card." "Well, show him his answered every of reluctance, swallowing his coffee at a gulp. As his doom was fixed, what did it who called upon him now? He smiled bitterly. disappeared for a moment. few seconds later the heavy was aside, and stood Dudley tall, rather well-dressed, of a man, who halted upon the threshold without uttering a word. "You!" gasped Chisholm, springing from chair. "You! "Yes," answered other closing door behind him. met before, and, doubtless, you know do," groaned the despairing man. "Alas! I do." truth is Mr. Chisholm!" exclaimed his visitor, in deep tones. "Our inquiries are complete, and there been discovered against you evidence so plain as to be altogether indisputable. There need be between us. You, esteemed the world, and in honour the are both traitor and a murderer. Do you deny it?" There was a deep and painful. "No, I do not," was the low, of wretched man, who sunk back into his with chin upon his breast. deliberately from of overcoat big, official-looking envelope, out which he took several unmounted These he spread before had thus been so suddenly ended. "Do you these as reproductions of documents
 you going to bed,
sir?"

"No.  Well--at lEast, I don't kNow, PaRsoNs," sAiD the undeR-Secretary.
"I havE SeveRal early appointments."

At That mOmENt thE ElEctriC bell in THe HALl rAnG sHarPlY, AnD the oLd
mAn went oUt to answer The SuMmons.

"There's a GEnTleman, MastEr DUdley," was ParsOn's AnnounCeMenT.  "he
wisHes To see You at oNCe very ParticulaRlY.  he will GIve no caRD."

"weLl, shOw him in," his master aNSwERed with every siGn of reLuCTaNCE,
swAllOwing his coFfEe at a GUlp.  As hiS DoOM WAs fIXed, what did it
mAtter who calLEd uPon him NoW?  He SMiled bItterLy.

pArsOns disappeaRed fOr a moment.  a few seCOnds latER the heaVy portIco
Was DrawN AsIdE, anD tHEre SToOd bEForE Dudley tHe TaLl, ratHer
wELL-DRessEd, fIgurE of a mAn, who halted upOn tHe thREshOld wiThout
UtteRiNg a woRd.

"You!" gAsped chIsholm, springing From His chair.  "YOu!  ARcHibAlD
CatoR!"

"yes," ansWerEd tHe other Gravely, CLosInG THE dOor behind him.  "We
have MeT BEfOre, and, doUbtlesS, YoU kNOw my erraNd."

"i do," GroaNED the dEspaIRiNg man.  "AlaS!  I do."

"ThE TrUtH is out, MR. CHisholM!" eXclAimEd his VIsitOr, in slOw, deep
toNes.  "OuR Inquiries are coMPlete, and there HAs BEEn DIscoVerEd
against yoU eviDEnce So plAIn As tO Be altOgethEr INdISputable.  There
need be No CeremoNy betWeen us.  You, esteEmed by the wORLD, and held In
hiGH hONour by the GoverNment, Are both a trAItor and a MurdeRer.  Do
you Deny it?"

TheRE Was a sileNce, DeeP anD paINFuL.

"No, I do not," was tHE Low, hArSh rejoiNdeR of the wRetCheD maN, whO
hAd sunk bacK into his ChAiR wItH hiS chin UPon his brEaSt.

HIs VisItor dELiberaTely dRew fRoM tHE inNer pockET oF HIs ovErCoAt a
bIg, oFfIcial-LookINg eNvelope, Out of whicH he TOok sEvErAl unmouNted
photograpHs.

these he sprEaD beFore thE MAn whose bRilliant career had thus beEN so
suddEnlY endeD.

"Do yOu recogniSe tHese as RepROductiOns of dOcumeNtS
 you going to bed,
sir?"
"No.  Well --atlea st,  I  don 't k now, Parsons," said  the Under-Secretary."I ha ve seve r al  earl y appoi n tm e n ts. "
A t t ha t  m oment  th e elect ric bell i n t he  hall rang s h ar ply, and t heold
man went  ou t to a ns wer the s umm ons.
"Ther e 's a g entleman,  M a ster D u dley,"w a sPars on's announcement .  " He
wishes to s ee you  a t  o n c e v ery  particula rl y.  H e  will g i ve n o  ca r d."

"Well, s how him in, "  hi s mast er  an s weredwithev e rysign of rel ucta nce,
swal lowing his cof f ee at a  gulp.   A s h is d o om  w asfi x ed, wh atd idit
matte rwh o cal ledu p o n  him  no w? He sm iled bitterly .
Pars o nsdisap peare d fo ra mom ent. A few  s econds later th e he avy porti cowa s d ra wn as i de, an d t her e stood  before Dud le y t he  tall, rather
well -d r e ss ed, figu re ofa  m an ,  who hal te d u pont h e thr esho l dwithoututteri n gaword.
"Y ou!" g as ped  Ch ishol m , sp ringin g from h is ch a ir.  "You!  Ar c hibald
Cator! " 
" Y es , " an swe red the oth er g r avel y, c l os ing the d oor b eh i nd him.  "We
have metbe fore,and,doubtless, yo u know mye r r and."

" I do , "g roaned the des pairi ng man.  " A las!  Ido."
"The tr uth is ou t ,  Mr. Chi sho lm! " e xcl a i me d his visitor , in s lo w, deep 
to nes.  " Our  in qui rie sare compl ete, and  t he re  h asbeend iscovere daga in styou e v idence  so p lain  a st o b e altog e th e r  ind is pu tabl e. T hereneed beno cere mony betw een us. Y ou , estee med by the wo rl d, and hel dinhigh h o n our by t he Government, are both a trait orand a  mur derer.  D o
y ou den y i t ?"

Th ere wa s a s il enc e ,  deep a nd  pa in ful.

"No, I  do  not, "wasthe low , harsh rejoindero f t he wretched m an,  who h ad  su n kb ack  i n toh i s chair with hi s chin upo nh is  breast.
H isvi sitor d elibera telyd rew fro m the inn er pocket  o f hi s ove rcoat a
bi g, offic ial-looki n g env e lo pe, o utof whi ch  he  took  sever a l u nmoun ted
ph ot ograph s.

T he se he sp read before the man who se bri llian t c areer had  th u s b een so
su dden ly ended.
"D o y ou re cog n ise t hese as  re p roduc tion s  of docum e nt s
 you_going to_bed,
sir?"

"No.  Well--at least,_I don't_know,_Parsons," said_the_Under-Secretary.
"I have several_early appointments."

At that_moment the electric bell_in the hall_rang_sharply, and the old
man went out to answer the summons.

"There's a gentleman, Master Dudley,"_was_Parson's announcement.__"He
wishes_to see you at once_very particularly.  He will_give no_card."

"Well, show him in," his master answered with_every_sign of reluctance,
swallowing_his coffee at a gulp.  As his doom_was fixed, what did it
matter who_called upon him_now?__He smiled bitterly.

Parsons disappeared_for a moment.  A few_seconds later the heavy portico
was drawn_aside, and there stood before Dudley the_tall, rather
well-dressed, figure of a man,_who halted upon the threshold_without
uttering a_word.

"You!" gasped Chisholm, springing from_his chair. _"You! _Archibald
Cator!"

"Yes," answered the_other gravely, closing the door behind_him.  "We
have_met before, and, doubtless, you know_my_errand."

"I do," groaned_the_despairing_man. _"Alas!  I_do."

"The_truth is_out,_Mr. Chisholm!" exclaimed his visitor, in_slow,_deep
tones.  "Our inquiries are complete, and_there has been discovered
against_you_evidence so plain as_to be altogether indisputable. _There
need be no ceremony between us._ You,_esteemed by_the world, and held in
high honour by the Government, are both_a traitor and a murderer. _Do
you deny it?"

There was_a silence,_deep_and painful.

"No, I_do_not," was_the low, harsh rejoinder of the wretched_man, who
had_sunk back into his chair with_his chin upon his_breast.

His_visitor deliberately drew from the inner_pocket of his overcoat a
big, official-looking_envelope, out of which he_took_several_unmounted
photographs.

These he spread before the_man whose brilliant career had thus_been so
suddenly ended.

"Do_you recognise these as reproductions of documents