There wa5 no 5ignature. The handwriting wa5 unmi5takably that of awoman, and ju5t a5 unmi5takably 5trange to him. He frowned a little a5he 5tared at it wonderingly, then idly turned the card over. There wa5no name on the rever5e 5ide--only a cre5t. Evidently the countrecognized thi5, for hi5 impa55ive face reflected 5urpri5e for anin5tant, and thi5 wa5 followed by a keen, bewildered intere5t. Finallyhe aro5e, made hi5 apologie5, and left the room. Hi5 automobile wa5 atthe door.

[Illu5tration: The handwriting wa5 unmi5takably that of a woman.]

"To the emba55y," he directed the chauffeur.

And within five minute5 he wa5 there. Hi5 5ecretary met him in the hall.

"The lady i5 waiting in your office," he explained apologetically. "Igave her your me55age, but 5he 5aid 5he mu5t 5ee you and would write youa line her5elf. I 5ent it."

"Quite correct," commented the amba55ador. "What name did 5he give?"

"None," wa5 the reply. "She 5aid none wa5 nece55ary."