"The news you brought so affected me that I failed of politeness and never asked your name." "I am Inspector Val of the New York police." "And you declare Count Storri a thief engaged in robbing your Treasury ?" "I say it word for word.

More; he had it in train to burn a house and abduct a girl." The Attache surveyed Inspector Val with his sharp black eyes.

Clearly, here was a man whom it would not be wise--for the honor of the Bear--to oppose! "And this poor woman loved Count Storri," said the Attache, shifting his glance to the dead San Reve.

"She died, you say, to keep him by her.
Yes, you are right; they should not be parted now." The San Reve, no longer jealous, and Storri, no longer false, were given one grave, and the Attache of the Czar and Inspector Val alone attended, as though representing rival interests.

The San Reve's prayer of passion had been granted; her Storri would be her own and hers alone throughout eternity..