to New York to escape the revolution. Her health weakened and she went to California. I remained in
New York, sending her most of the money that I earned.
'I met one of the Red agents. He promised me better work. It was not until I had accepted his offer that I
realized how insidious it was. I could not turn back; but, to protect myself, I tried to learn the identities of
the other agents.
'Volovick was one. I used to go to the Pink Rat to report. One night I saw the proprietor open the secret
panel. The night you were in danger, I led you there. I came back later, but you were gone. I had been
instructed to watch Bruce Duncan, to whom I had been introduced on the boat. I purposely neglected
my duty to let him leave New York unfollowed.
'I followed a Red Agent who called himself Ernest Manion. He watched you at the Metrolite Hotel. I
overheard him repeating instructions on the telephone. I warned you. When I knew the attack was to
begin, I came here.'
Professor Whitburn appeared. He held a telegram.
'Crawford will be here to-night,' he said. 'I mean Marquette not Crawford. He is bringing my plans. My
invention is saved for the United States government!'
Harry gave his congratulations. When he turned to speak to Arlette, the girl was gone.
Bruce Duncan appeared an hour later. He handed Harry an envelope.
'I met Arlette DeLand in the village,' he explained. 'She asked me to give you this.'
Harry opened the envelope and found a note.
I love you, Harry, and I know that you love me. You are willing to forget my past; but I cannot forget. It
would not be fair of me to accept your love, now. I must wait—wait until you are sure that I am worthy
of your love. So I am leaving. I am going out West. I shall begin a new life. If I can forget the past, I shall
return. You will hear from me, Harry, when I feel that I have the right to accept your love.
ARLETTE.
Harry's eyes were fixed on the single word that formed the signature.
'Arlette!' He repeated the name again, and again.
But while Arlette was forgetting, Harry must remember. His love for Arlette could rightfully remain; but
he owed loyalty to the man in whose cause he had worked.
'I shall remember,' said Harry, in whispered tones. 'I shall be loyal. Loyal to The Shadow!'
THE END
