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or twice. I began to get scared, but I didnā€™t quite see what to do.

ā€œI had a wild idea of stopping at Holyhead, and not going on to London that day, but I soon saw that that would be plumb foolishness. The only thing was to act as though Iā€™d noticed nothing, and hope for the best. I couldnā€™t see how they could get me if I was on my guard. One thing Iā€™d done already as a precautionā ā€”ripped open the oilskin packet and substituted blank paper, and then sewn it up again. So, if anyone did manage to rob me of it, it wouldnā€™t matter.

ā€œWhat to do with the real thing worried me no end. Finally I opened it out flatā ā€”there were only two sheetsā ā€”and laid it between two of the advertisement pages of a magazine. I stuck the two pages together round the edge with some gum off an envelope. I carried the magazine carelessly stuffed into the pocket of my ulster.

ā€œAt Holyhead I tried to get into a carriage with people that looked all right, but in a queer way there seemed always to be a crowd round me shoving and pushing me just the way I didnā€™t want to go. There was something uncanny and frightening about it. In the end I found myself in a carriage with Mrs. Vandemeyer after all. I went out into the corridor, but all the other carriages were full, so I had to go back and sit down. I consoled myself with the thought that there were other people in the carriageā ā€”there was quite a nice-looking man and his wife sitting just opposite. So I felt almost happy about it until just outside London. I had leaned back and closed my eyes. I guess they thought I was asleep, but my eyes werenā€™t quite shut, and suddenly I saw the nice-looking man get something out of his bag and hand it to Mrs. Vandemeyer, and as he did so he winked.ā ā€Šā ā€¦

ā€œI canā€™t tell you how that wink sort of froze me through and through. My only thought was to get out in the corridor as quick as ever I could. I got up, trying to look natural and easy. Perhaps they saw somethingā ā€”I donā€™t knowā ā€”but suddenly Mrs. Vandemeyer said ā€˜Now,ā€™ and flung something over my nose and mouth as I tried to scream. At the same moment I felt a terrific blow on the back of my head.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ā€

She shuddered. Sir James murmured something sympathetically. In a minute she resumed:

ā€œI donā€™t know how long it was before I came back to consciousness. I felt very ill and sick. I was lying on a dirty bed. There was a screen round it, but I could hear two people talking in the room. Mrs. Vandemeyer was one of them. I tried to listen, but at first I couldnā€™t take much in. When at last I did begin to grasp what was going onā ā€”I was just terrified! I wonder I didnā€™t scream right out there and then.

ā€œThey hadnā€™t found the papers. Theyā€™d got the oilskin packet with the blanks, and they were just mad! They didnā€™t know whether Iā€™d changed the papers, or whether Danvers had been carrying a dummy message, while the real one was sent another way. They spoke ofā€ā ā€”she closed her eyesā ā€”ā€œtorturing me to find out!

ā€œIā€™d never known what fearā ā€”really sickening fearā ā€”was before! Once they came to look at me. I shut my eyes and pretended to be still unconscious, but I was afraid theyā€™d hear the beating of my heart. However, they went away again. I began thinking madly. What could I do? I knew I wouldnā€™t be able to stand up against torture very long.

ā€œSuddenly something put the thought of loss of memory into my head. The subject had always interested me, and Iā€™d read an awful lot about it. I had the whole thing at my fingertips. If only I could succeed in carrying the bluff through, it might save me. I said a prayer, and drew a long breath. Then I opened my eyes and started babbling in French!

ā€œMrs. Vandemeyer came round the screen at once. Her face was so wicked I nearly died, but I smiled up at her doubtfully, and asked her in French where I was.

ā€œIt puzzled her, I could see. She called the man she had been talking to. He stood by the screen with his face in shadow. He spoke to me in French. His voice was very ordinary and quiet, but somehow, I donā€™t know why, he scared me worse than the woman. I felt heā€™d seen right through me, but I went on playing my part. I asked again where I was, and then went on that there was something I must rememberā ā€”must rememberā ā€”only for the moment it was all gone. I worked myself up to be more and more distressed. He asked me my name. I said I didnā€™t knowā ā€”that I couldnā€™t remember anything at all.

ā€œSuddenly he caught my wrist, and began twisting it. The pain was awful. I screamed. He went on. I screamed and screamed, but I managed to shriek out things in French. I donā€™t know how long I could have gone on, but luckily I fainted. The last thing I heard was his voice saying: ā€˜Thatā€™s not bluff! Anyway, a kid of her age wouldnā€™t know enough.ā€™ I guess he forgot American girls are older for their age than English ones, and take more interest in scientific subjects.

ā€œWhen I came to, Mrs. Vandemeyer was sweet as honey to me. Sheā€™d had her orders, I guess. She spoke to me in Frenchā ā€”told me Iā€™d had a shock and been very ill. I should be better soon. I pretended to be rather dazedā ā€”murmured something about the ā€˜doctorā€™ having hurt my wrist. She looked relieved when I said that.

ā€œBy and by she went out of the room altogether. I was suspicious still, and lay quite quiet for some time. In the end, however, I got up and walked round the room, examining it. I

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