A shadow passed over the girl's face.
"They've been telling me things—dreadful things—that my memory went, and that there are years I shall never know about—years lost out of my life."
"You didn't realize that yourself?"
The girl's eyes opened wide.
"Why, no. It seems to me as though it were no time since we were being hustled into those boats. I can see it all now." She closed her eyes with a shudder.
Julius looked across at Sir James, who nodded.
"Don't worry any. It isn't worth it. Now, see here, Jane, there's something we want to know about. There was a man aboard that boat with some mighty important papers on him, and the big guns in this country have got a notion that he passed on the goods to you. Is that so?"
The girl hesitated, her glance shifting to the other two. Julius understood.
"Mr. Beresford is commissioned by the British Government to get those papers back. Sir James Peel Edgerton is an English Member of Parliament, and might be a big gun in the Cabinet if he liked. It's owing to him that we've ferreted you out at last. So you can go right ahead and tell us the whole story. Did Danvers give you the papers?"
"Yes. He said they'd have a better chance with me, because they would save the women and children first"
"Just as we thought," said Sir James.
"He said they were very important—that they might make all the difference to the Allies. But, if it's all so
