Her secret master had redoubled every tender care, and there was a brooding peace between them.
But there were gloomy projects in his busy brain as Braun watched the Baltic sand dunes fade away behind him.

"She is deceived by my manufactured telegram from Clayton.

She will wait for his coming." He laughed over the cunning which had bade her write or cable no more.

And, with a wildly loving heart now panting in her reassured bosom, Irma Gluyas fell into a belief in Braun's story of their flight from the revenue officials.

"Thank Heaven, he is safe! He loves me beyond all," mused the dreaming woman.
"He will get the letter left for him with the faithful girl, and follow me on.