There was frank hostility in Philip's eyes.
"Miss Westfall," added Philip hotly, "is the unsuspecting victim of a peculiar network of mystery of which I feel you hold the key.

Her camp is constantly spied upon.

Upon the night of the storm there were two men lurking mysteriously in the forest near her camp fire.

The knife of one I was unfortunate enough to receive.

The other," Philip's eyes glinted oddly, "the other, Excellency," he finished slowly, "tried, I firmly believe--to kill Miss Westfall." "Impossible!" exclaimed the Baron, greatly shocked.
"If I might know the nature of your peculiar interest in Miss Westfall," urged Philip bluntly, "I would have greater faith in your apparent surprise." The Baron reddened.
"That is quite impossible," he regretted formally.