He laid his hand upon his godson's shoulder.
"Believe me, I have been no party to your incarceration, Julian,", he declared, "but if you will listen to me, I will tell you why I think it would be better for you to restore that packet to Miss Abbeway:" "Tell that blackguard to give me another sniff of his restorative gas," Julian begged.

"These shocks are almost too much for me." The Bishop turned interrogatively towards Bright, who once more leaned over Julian with the tube in his hand.

Again the little mist, the pungent odour.

Julian rose to his feet and sat down again.
"I am listening," he said.
"First of all," began the Bishop earnestly, as he seated himself at the end of the couch on which Julian had been lying, "let me try to remove some of your misconceptions.

Miss Abbeway is in no sense of the word a German spy.