Under the stealthy hand of Quinnox the panel opened and they listened intently for some moments.  There was no one in the dimly-lighted chapel, so they made their way to the door at the opposite end.  The great organ looked down upon them and Lorry expected every instant to hear it burst forth in sounds of thunder.  It seemed alive and watching their movements reproachfully.  Before unlocking the door, the captain pointed to a lance which stood against the wall near by.

“You are to carry that lance,” he said, briefly.  Then he cautiously peered forth.  A moment later they were in the broad hall, boldly striding toward the distant stairway.  Lorry had been instructed to proceed without the least sign of timidity.  They passed several attendants in the hall and heard Count Halfont’s voice in conversation with some one in an ante-room.  As they neared the broad steps who should come tripping down but Harry Anguish.  He saluted Quinnox and walked rapidly down the corridor, evidently taking his departure after a call on the Countess.

“There goes your hostage,” said the captain, grimly.  It had required all of Lorry’s self-possession to restrain the cry of joyful recognition.  Up the staircase they went, meeting several ladies and gentlemen coming down, and were soon before the apartments of the Princess.  A tall guard stood in front of the boudoir door.

“This is your relief, Bassot.  You may go,” said Quinnox, and, with a careless glance at the strange soldier, the sick man trudged off down the hall, glad to seek his bed.

“Is she there?” whispered Lorry, dizzy and faint with expectancy.

“Yes.  This may mean your death and mine, sir, but you would do it.  Will you explain to her how I came to play her false?”

“She shall know the truth, good friend.”

“After I have gone twenty paces down the hall, do you rap on the door.  She may not admit you at first, but do not give up.  If she bid you enter or asks your mission, enter quickly and close the door.  It is unlocked.  She may swoon, or scream, and you must prevent either if possible.  In an hour I shall return and you must go back to the passage.”

“Never!  I have come to save her and her country, and I intend to do so by surrendering myself this very night.”

“I had hoped to dissuade you.  But, sir, you cannot do so to-night.  You forget that this visit compromises her.”

“True.  I had forgotten.  Well, I’ll go back with you, but to-morrow I am your prisoner, not your friend.”

“Be careful,” cautioned the captain as he moved away.  Lorry feverishly tapped his knuckles on the panel of the door and waited with motionless heart for the response.  It came not and he rapped harder, a strange fear darting into his mind.

“Well?” came from within, the voice he adored.

Impetuous haste marked his next movement.  He dashed open the door, sprang inside and closed it quickly.  She was sitting before her escritoire, writing, and looked up, surprised and annoyed.