There are possibilities of confidences over a camp fire--" "You expected me to--spy upon Miss Westfall ?" "Even so.
"Pray believe," said Philip stiffly, "that any confidence of Miss Westfall's would have been to me--as your own." "I am to understand then," commented His Excellency suavely, "that you made absolutely no effort--" "You are to understand just that," said Philip quietly.

"Moreover," he manfully met his chief's level glance with one of inexorable decision, "I sincerely regret that hereafter I shall be unable to discharge my duties as your secretary." The Baron stirred.
"I may be honored by your reasons, Poynter ?" he inquired quietly.
"The duties of a spy," flashed Philip, "are peculiarly offensive to me.
So is Themar." "Themar!" "Excellency," said Philip curtly, "to-night as I entered, the lamplight fell full upon the face and throat of your valet." "Yes ?" "Themar's throat, Excellency, bears peculiar scars." "My dear Poynter! Themar's fall injured him severely about the face and hands." "I have not forgotten," insisted Philip grimly, "that Miss Westfall's servant sunk his terrible fingers into the throat of the man whose knife scar I bear.

Whether or not his knife was meant for me, I can not say.

Nor have I sufficient proof openly to accuse him, but of this much I am convinced.

Themar's presence near the camp of Miss Westfall is, in the face of your peculiar and secretive errand, ominously significant." The Baron sighed.