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THE ILLUSTRIOUS PRINCE.........................................................................................................................1

E. Phillips Oppenheim.............................................................................................................................1

There was a little murmur of regret amongst the five hundred and eightyseven saloon passengers on board

the steamship Lusitania, mingled, perhaps, with a few expressions of a more violent character. After several

hours of doubt, the final verdict had at last been pronounced. They had missed the tide, and no attempt was to

be made to land passengers that night. Already the engines had ceased to throb, the period of unnatural

quietness had commenced. Slowly, and without noticeable motion, the great liner swung round a little in the

A small tug, which had been hovering about for some time, came screaming alongside. There was a hiss from

its wavesplashed deck, and a rocket with a blue light flashed up into the sky. A man who had formed one of

the long line of passengers, leaning over the rail, watching the tug since it had come into sight, now turned

away and walked briskly to the steps leading to the bridge. As it happened, the captain himself was in the act

of descending. The passenger accosted him, and held out what seemed to be a letter.

"Captain Goodfellow," he said, "I should be glad if you would glance at the contents of that note."

The captain, who had just finished a long discussion with the pilot and was not in the best of humor, looked a

"My name is Hamilton Fynes," the other answered. "I am a saloon passenger on board your ship, although

my name does not appear in the list. That note has been in my pocket since we left New York, to deliver to

"The contingency being?" the captain asked, tearing open the envelope and moving a little nearer the electric

The captain read the note, examined the signature carefully, and whistled softly to himself.

"You know what is inside this?" he asked, looking into his companion's face with some curiosity.

"Your name is Mr. Hamilton Fynes, the Mr. Hamilton Fynes mentioned in this letter?"

"Well," he said, "you had better get down on the lower deck, port side. By the bye, have you any friends with

"So much the better," the captain declared. "Don't tell any one that you are going ashore if you can help it."

"Of course, you know that you can't take your luggage with you?" the captain remarked.

"That is of no consequence at all, sir," Mr. Hamilton Fynes answered. "I will leave instructions for my trunk

to be sent on after me. I have all that I require, for the moment, in this suitcase."

The captain blew his whistle. Mr. Hamilton Fynes made his way quietly to the lower deck, which was almost

deserted. In a very few minutes he was joined by half a dozen sailors, dragging a rope ladder. The little tug

came screaming around, and before any of the passengers on the deck above had any idea of what was

happening, Mr. Hamilton Fynes was on board the Anna Maria, and on his way down the river, seated in a

No one spoke more than a casual word to him from the moment he stepped to the deck until the short journey

was at an end. He was shown at once into the cabin, the door of which he closed without a moment's delay. A

very brief examination of the interior convinced him that he was indeed alone. Thereupon he seated himself

with his back to the wall and his face to the door, and finding an English newspaper on the table, read it until

they reached the docks. Arrived there, he exchanged a civil goodnight with the captain, and handed a

For several minutes after he had stepped on to the wooden platform, Mr. Hamilton Fynes showed no

particular impatience to continue his journey. He stood in the shadow of one of the sheds, looking about him

with quick furtive glances, as though anxious to assure himself that there was no one around who was taking

a noticeable interest in his movements. Having satisfied himself at length upon this point, he made his way to

the London and North Western Railway Station, and knocked at the door of the stationmaster's office. The

stationmaster was busy, and although Mr. Hamilton Fynes had the appearance of a perfectly respectable

transatlantic man of business, there was nothing about his personality remarkably striking,nothing, at any

"You wished to see me, sir?" the official asked, merely glancing up from the desk at which he was sitting

Mr. Hamilton Fynes leaned over the wooden counter which separated him from the interior of the office.

Before he spoke, he glanced around as though to make sure that he had not forgotten to close the door.

"I require a special train to London as quickly as possible," he announced. "I should be glad if you could let

"Quite impossible, sir," he declared a little brusquely. "Absolutely out of the question!"

"In the first place," the stationmaster answered, "a special train to London would cost you a hundred and

eighty pounds, and in the second place, even if you were willing to pay that sum, it would be at least two

hours before I could start you off. We could not possibly disorganize the whole of our fast traffic. The

Mr. Hamilton Fynes held out a letter which he had produced from his breast pocket, and which was, in

appearance, very similar to the one which he had presented, a short time ago, to the captain of the Lusitania.

"Perhaps you will kindly read this," he said. "I am perfectly willing to pay the hundred and eighty pounds."

The stationmaster tore open the envelope and read the few lines contained therein. His manner underwent at

once a complete change, very much as the manner of the captain of the Lusitania had done. He took the letter

over to his greenshaded writing lamp, and examined the signature carefully. When he returned, he looked at

Mr. Hamilton Fynes curiously. There was, however, something more than curiosity in his glance. There was

"I will give this matter my personal attention at once, Mr. Fynes," he said, lifting the flap of the counter and

"Thank you," Mr. Hamilton Fynes answered; "I will walk up and down the platform."

"There is a refreshment room just on the left," the stationmaster remarked, ringing violently at a telephone.

"I dare say we shall get you off in less than half an hour. We will do our best, at any rate. It's an awkward

time just now to command an absolutely clear line, but if we can once get you past Crewe you'll be all right.

Mr. Hamilton Fynes discovered that place of entertainment without difficulty, ordered for himself a cup of

coffee and a sandwich, and drew a chair close up to the small open fire, taking care, however, to sit almost

facing the only entrance to the room. He laid his hat upon the counter, close to which he had taken up his

position, and smoothed back with his left hand his somewhat thick black hair. He was a man, apparently of

middle age, of middle height, cleanshaven, with good but undistinguished features, dark eyes, very clear and

very bright, which showed, indeed, but little need of the pincenez which hung by a thin black cord from his

neck. His hat, low in the crown and of soft gray felt, would alone have betrayed his nationality. His clothes,

however, were also American in cut. His boots were narrow and of unmistakable shape. He ate his sandwich

with suspicion, and after his first sip of coffee ordered a whiskey and soda. Afterwards he sat leaning back in

his chair, glancing every now and then at the clock, but otherwise manifesting no signs of impatience. In less

than half an hour an inspector, cap in hand, entered the room and announced that everything was ready. Mr.

Hamilton Fynes put on his hat, picked up his suitcase, and followed him on to the platform. A long saloon

carriage, with a guard's brake behind and an engine in front, was waiting there.

"We've done our best, sir," the stationmaster remarked with a note of selfcongratulation in his tone. "It's

exactly twentytwo minutes since you came into the office, and there she is. Finest engine we've got on the

line, and the best driver. You've a clear road ahead too. Wish you a pleasant journey, sir."

"You are very good, sir," Mr. Hamilton Fynes declared. "I am sure that my friends on the other side will

appreciate your attention. By what time do you suppose that we shall reach London?"

"It is now eight o'clock, sir," he announced. "If my orders down the line are properly attended to, you should

Mr. Hamilton Fynes nodded gravely and took his seat in the car. He had previously walked its entire length

"The train consists only of this carriage?" he asked. "There is no other passenger, for instance, travelling in

"Certainly not, sir," the stationmaster declared. "Such a thing would be entirely against the regulations.

There are five of you, all told, on board,driver, stoker, guard, saloon attendant, and yourself."

"I was obliged to leave what I had, excepting this suitcase, upon the steamer," Mr. Hamilton Fynes explained.

"I could not very well expect them to get my trunk up from the hold. It will follow me to the hotel

"You will find that the attendant has light refreshments on board, sir, if you should be wanting anything," the

Southward, with low funnel belching forth fire and smoke into the blackness of the night, the huge engine,

with its solitary saloon carriage and guard's brake, thundered its way through the night towards the great

metropolis. Across the desolate plain, stripped bare of all vegetation, and made hideous forever by the growth

of a mighty industry, where the furnace fires reddened the sky, and only the unbroken line of ceaseless lights

showed where town dwindled into village and suburbs led back again into town. An ugly, thickly populated

neighborhood, whose area of twinkling lights seemed to reach almost to the murky skies; hideous, indeed by

day, not altogether devoid now of a certain weird attractiveness by reason of lowhung stars. On, through

many tunnels into the black country itself, where the furnace fires burned oftener, but the signs of habitation

were fewer. Down the great iron way the huge locomotive rushed onward, leaping and bounding across the

maze of metals, tearing past the dazzling signal lights, through crowded stations where its passing was like

the roar of some earthshaking monster. The stationmaster at Crewe unhooked his telephone receiver and

"Passenger brought off from the Lusitania in a private tug. Orders are to let her through all the way to

"I know all about that," the stationmaster grumbled. "I have three locals on my hands already,been held

up for half an hour. Old Glynn, the director's, in one of them too. Might be General Manager to hear him

"Just gone through at sixty miles an hour," was the reply. "She made our old wooden sheds shake, I can tell

"Jim Poynton," Liverpool answered. "The guvnor took him off the mail specially."

"What's the fellow's name on board, anyhow?" Crewe asked. "Is it a millionaire from the other side, trying to

"The name's Fynes, or something like it," was the reply. "He didn't look much like a millionaire. Came into

the office carrying a small handbag and asked for a special to London. Guvnor told him it would take two

hours and cost a hundred and eighty pounds. Told him he'd better wait for the mail. He produced a note from

some one or other, and you should have seen the old man bustle round. We started him off in twenty

The stationmaster at Crewe was interested. He knew very well that it is not the easiest thing in the world to

"Seems as though he was some one out of the common, anyway," he remarked. "The guvnor didn't let on who

"Not he," Liverpool answered. "The first thing he did when he came back into the office was to tear it into

small pieces and throw them on the fire. Young Jenkins did ask him a question, and he shut him up pretty

"Well, I suppose we shall read all about it in the papers tomorrow," Crewe remarked. "There isn't much that

these reporters don't get hold of. He must be some one out of the commonsome one with a pull, I

mean,or the captain of the Lusitania would never have let him off before the other passengers. When are

"Three specials leave here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning," was the reply. "Good night."

The stationmaster at Crewe hung up his receiver and went about his duties. Twenty miles southward by

now, the special was still tearing its way into the darkness. Its solitary passenger had suddenly developed a fit

of restlessness. He left his seat and walked once or twice up and down the saloon. Then he opened the rear

door, crossed the little open space between, and looked into the guard's brake. The guard was sitting upon a

stool, reading a newspaper. He was quite alone, and so absorbed that he did not notice the intruder. Mr.

Hamilton Fynes quietly retreated, closing the door behind him. He made his way once more through the

saloon, passed the attendant, who was fast asleep in his pantry, and was met by a locked door. He let down

the window and looked out. He was within a few feet of the engine, which was obviously attached direct to

the saloon. Mr. Hamilton Fynes resumed his seat, having disturbed nobody. He produced some papers from

his breast pocket, and spread them out on the table before him. One, a sealed envelope, he immediately

returned, slipping it down into a carefully prepared place between the lining and the material of his coat. Of

the others he commenced to make a close and minute investigation. It was a curious fact, however, that

notwithstanding his recent searching examination, he looked once more nervously around the saloon before

he settled down to his task. For some reason or other, there was not the slightest doubt that for the present, at

any rate, Mr. Hamilton Fynes was exceedingly anxious to keep his own company. As he drew nearer to his

journey's end, indeed, his manner seemed to lose something of that composure of which, during the earlier

part of the evening, he had certainly been possessed. Scarcely a minute passed that he did not lean sideways

from his seat and look up and down the saloon. He sat like a man who is perpetually on the qui vive. A

furtive light shone in his eyes, he was manifestly uncomfortable. Yet how could a man be safer from

Rugby telephoned to Liverpool, and received very much the same answer as Crewe. Euston followed suit.

"Who's this you're sending up tonight?" the stationmaster asked. "Special's at Willington now, come through

Liverpool was a little tired of answering questions, and more than a little tired of this mysterious client. The

"His name is Mr. Hamilton Fynes, sir," was the reply. "That is all we know about him. They have been

"Hamilton Fynes," Euston repeated. "Don't know the name. Where did he come from?"

"But we had a message three hours ago that the Lusitania was not landing her passengers until tomorrow

"It went down the river to fetch him. The guvnor didn't want to give him a special at this time of night, but he

just handed him a note, and we made things hum up here. He was on his way in half an hour. We have had to

Such a client was, at any rate, worth meeting. The stationmaster brushed his coat, put on his silk hat, and

Smoothly the huge engine came gliding into the stationa dumb, silent creature now, drawing slowly to a

standstill as though exhausted after its great effort. Through the windows of the saloon the stationmaster

could see the train attendant bending over this mysterious passenger, who did not seem, as yet, to have made

any preparations for leaving his place. Mr. Hamilton Fynes was seated at a table covered with papers, but he

was leaning back as though he had been or was still asleep. The stationmaster stepped forward, and as he

did so the attendant came hurrying out to the platform, and, pushing back the porters, called to him by name.

The stationmaster acceded at once to the man's request and entered the saloon. The attendant clutched at his

arm nervously. He was a pale, anaemiclooking little person at any time, but his face just now was positively

"There's something wrong with my passenger, sir," the man declared in a shaking voice. "I can't make him

answer me. He won't look up, and I don'tI don't think he's asleep. An hour ago I took him some whiskey.

The stationmaster leaned over the table. The eyes of the man who sat there were perfectly wideopen, but

there was something unnatural in their fixed stare,something unnatural, too, in the drawn grayness of his

Then he broke off in the middle of his sentence. A cold shiver was creeping through his veins. He, too, began

to stare; he felt the color leaving his own cheeks. With an effort he turned to the attendant.

"Pull down the blinds," he ordered, in a voice which he should never have recognized as his own. "Quick!

Now turn out those porters, and tell the inspector to stop anyone from coming into the car."

The attendant, who was shaking like a leaf, obeyed. The stationmaster turned away and drew a long breath.

He himself was conscious of a sense of nausea, a giddiness which was almost overmastering. This was a

terrible thing to face without a second's warning. He had not the slightest doubt but that the man who was

At such an hour there were only a few people upon the platform, and two stalwart station policemen easily

kept back the loiterers whose curiosity had been excited by the arrival of the special. A third took up his

position with his back to the entrance of the saloon, and allowed no one to enter it till the return of the

stationmaster, who had gone for a doctor. The little crowd was completely mystified. No one had the

slightest idea of what had happened. The attendant was besieged by questions, but he was sitting on the step

of the car, in the shadow of a policeman, with his head buried in his hands, and he did not once look up.

Some of the more adventurous tried to peer through the windows at the lower end of the saloon. Others

rushed off to interview the guard. In a very few minutes, however, the stationmaster reappeared upon the

scene, accompanied by the doctor. The little crowd stood on one side and the two men stepped into the car.

The doctor proceeded at once with his examination. Mr. Hamilton Fynes, this mysterious person who had

succeeded, indeed, in making a record journey, was leaning back in the corner of his seat, his arms folded, his

head drooping a little, but his eyes still fixed in that unseeing stare. His body yielded itself unnaturally to the

The doctor had thrown his handkerchief over the dead man's face. He was standing now looking at him

"Did he die in his sleep, I wonder?" the stationmaster asked. "It must have been horribly sudden! Was it

The doctor did not reply for a moment. He seemed to be thinking out some problem.

"The body had better be removed to the station mortuary," he said at last. "Then, if I were you, I should have

the saloon shunted on to a siding and left absolutely untouched. You had better place two of your station

The doctor nodded. He looked around as though to be sure that none of that anxious crowd outside could

"There's no question of heart disease here," he explained. "The man has been murdered!"

"Murdered!" he repeated. "Why, it's impossible! There was no one else on the train except the attendantnot

The doctor touched the man's coat with his finger, and the stationmaster saw what he had not seen

before,saw what made him turn away, a little sick. He was a strong man, but he was not used to this sort of

thing, and he had barely recovered yet from the first shock of finding himself face to face with a dead man.

Outside, the crowd upon the platform was growing larger. White faces were being pressed against the

"There is no question about the man having been murdered," the doctor said, and even his voice shook a

little. "His own hand could never have driven that knife home. I can tell you, even, how it was done. The man

who stabbed him was in the compartment behind there, leaned over, and drove this thing down, just missing

the shoulder. There was no struggle or fight of any sort. It was a diabolical deed!"

"You had better give orders for us to be shunted down on to a siding just as we are," the doctor continued,

"and send one of your men to telephone to Scotland Yard. Perhaps it would be as well, too, not to touch those

papers until some one comes. See that the attendant does not go home, or the guard. They will probably be

The stationmaster stepped out to the platform, summoned an inspector, and gave a few brief orders. Slowly

the saloon was backed out of the station again on to a neglected siding, a sort of backwater for spare carriages

and empty trucks,an ignominious resting place, indeed, after its splendid journey thought the night. The

doors at both ends were closed and two policemen placed on duty to guard them. The doctor and the

stationmaster seated themselves out of sight of their gruesome companion, and the stationmaster told all

that he knew about the despatch of the special and the man who had ordered it. The attendant, who still

moved about like a man in a dream, brought them some brandy and soda and served them with shaking hand.

They all three talked together in whispers, the attendant telling them the few incidents of the journey down,

which, except for the dead man's nervous desire for solitude, seemed to possess very little significance. Then

at last there was a sharp tap at the window. A tall, quietly dressed man, with reddish skin and clear gray eyes,

was helped up into the car. He saluted the doctor mechanically. His eyes were already travelling around the

"Inspector Jacks from Scotland Yard, sir," he announced. "I have another man outside. If you don't mind,

"By all means," the stationmaster answered. "I am afraid that you will find this rather a serious affair. We

The second detective was assisted to clamber up into the car. It seemed, however, as though the whole force

of Scotland Yard could scarcely do much towards elucidating an affair which, with every question which was

asked and answered, grew more mysterious. The papers upon the table before the dead man were simply

circulars and prospectuses of no possible importance. His suitcase contained merely a few toilet necessaries

and some clean linen. There was not a scrap of paper or even an envelope of any sort in his pockets. In a

small leather case they found a thousand dollars in American notes, five tenpound Bank of England notes,

and a single visiting card on which was engraved the name of Mr. Hamilton Fynes. In his trousers pocket was

a handful of gold. He had no other personal belongings of any sort. The space between the lining of his coat

and the material itself was duly noticed, but it was empty. His watch was a cheap one, his linen unmarked,

and his clothes bore only the name of a great New York retail establishment. He had certainly entered the

train alone, and both the guard and attendant were ready to declare positively that no person could have been

concealed in it. The enginedriver, on his part, was equally ready to swear that not once from the moment

when they had steamed out of Liverpool Station until they had arrived within twenty miles of London, had

they travelled at less than forty miles an hour. At Willington he had found a signal against him which had

brought him nearly to a standstill, and under the regulations he had passed through the station at ten miles an

hour. These were the only occasions, however, on which he had slackened speed at all. The train attendant,

who was a nervous man, began to shiver again and imagine unmentionable things. The guard, who had never

left his own brake, went home and dreamed that his effigy had been added to the collection of Madame

Tussaud. The reporters were the only people who were really happy, with the exception, perhaps of Inspector

Fifteen miles north of London, a man lay by the roadside in the shadow of a plantation of pine trees, through

which he had staggered only a few minutes ago. His clothes were covered with dust, he had lost his cap, and

his trousers were cut about the knee as though from a fall. He was of somewhat less than medium height,

dark, slender, with delicate features, and hair almost coal black. His face, as he moved slowly from side to

side upon the grass, was livid with pain. Every now and then he raised himself and listened. The long belt of

main road, which passed within a few feet of him, seemed almost deserted. Once a cart came lumbering by,

and the man who lay there, watching, drew closely back into the shadows. A youth on a bicycle passed,

singing to himself. A boy and girl strolled by, arm in arm, happy, apparently, in their profound silence. Only

a couple of fields away shone the red and green lights of the railway track. Every few minutes the

goodstrains went rumbling over the metals. The man on the ground heard them with a shiver. Resolutely he

kept his face turned in the opposite direction. The night mail went thundering northward, and he clutched

even at the nettles which grew amongst the grass where he was crouching, as though filled with a sudden

terror. Then there was silence once moresilence which became deeper as the hour approached midnight.

Passersby were fewer; the birds and animals came out from their hiding places. A rabbit scurried across the

road; a rat darted down the tiny stream. Now and then birds moved in the undergrowth, and the man, who

was struggling all the time with a deadly faintness, felt the silence grow more and more oppressive. He began

even to wonder where he was. He closed his eyes. Was that really the tinkling of a guitar, the perfume of

almond and cherry blossom, floating to him down the warm wind? He began to lose himself in dreams until

he realized that actual unconsciousness was close upon him. Then he set his teeth tight and clenched his

hands. Away in the distance a faint, longexpected sound came travelling to his ears. At last, then, his long

wait was over. Two fiery eyes were stealing along the lonely road. The throb of an engine was plainly

audible. He staggered up, swaying a little on his feet, and holding out his hands. The motor car came to a

standstill before him, and the man who was driving it sprang to the ground. Words passed between them

rapidly,questions and answers,the questions of an affectionate servant, and the answers of a man

fighting a grim battle for consciousness. But these two spoke in a language of their own, a language which no

With a groan of relief the man who had been picked up sank back amongst the cushioned seats, carefully

almost tenderly, aided by the chauffeur. Eagerly he thrust his hand into one of the leather pockets and drew

out a flask of brandy. The rush of cold air, as the car swung round and started off, was like new life to him.

He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they had come to a standstill underneath a red lamp.

Dr. Spencer Whiles had had a somewhat dreary day, and was thoroughly enjoying a late rubber of bridge

with three of his most agreeable neighbors. A summons into the consulting room, however, was so

unexpected a thing that he did not hesitate for a moment to obey it, without even waiting to complete a deal.

When he entered the apartment, he saw a slim but determinedlooking young man, whose clothes were

covered with dust, and who, although he sat with folded arms and grim face, was very nearly in a state of

"You seem to have met with an accident," the doctor remarked. "How did it happen?"

"I have been run over by a motor car," his patient said, speaking slowly and with something singularly

agreeable in his voice notwithstanding its slight accent of pain. "Can you patch me up till I get to London?"

"I was riding a bicycle," the other answered. "I dare say it was my own fault; I was certainly on the wrong

side of the road. You can see what has happened to me. I am bruised and cut; my side is painful, and also my

knee. A car is waiting outside now to take me to my home, but I thought that I had better stop and see you."

The doctor was a humane man, with a miserable practice, and he forgot all about his bridge party. For half an

hour he worked over his patient. At the end of that time he gave him a brandy and soda and placed a box of

"You'll do all right now," he said. "That's a nasty cut on your leg, but you've no broken bones."

"I feel absolutely well again, thank you very much," the young man said. "I will smoke a cigarette, if I may.

"Just as you like," the doctor answered. "I won't say that you are not better without it. Help yourself to the

"Yes!" the patient answered. "It is waiting outside for me now, and I must not keep the man any longer. Will

The doctor hesitated. Fees were a rare thing with him, and the evidences of his patient's means were

"I am afraid," he said, "that I am not a very presentablelooking object, but I am glad to assure you that I am

not a poor man. I am able to pay your charges and to still feel that the obligation is very much on my side.

"You must allow me to make it a little more than that," the patient answered. "Your treatment was worth is. I

The doctor's eyes sparkled as he glanced at the gold which his visitor had laid upon the table.

"You are very good, I'm sure," he murmured. "I hope you will have a comfortable journey. With a nerve like

He let his patient out and watched him depart with some curiosity, watched until the great motorcar had

"No bicycle there," he remarked to himself, as he closed the door. "I wonder what they did with it."

It was already a little past the customary luncheon hour at the Carlton, and the restaurant was well filled. The

orchestra had played their first selection, and the stream of incoming guests had begun to slacken. A young

lady who had been sitting in the palm court for at least half an hour rose to her feet, and, glancing casually at

her watch, made her way into the hotel. She entered the office and addressed the chief reception clerk.

"Can you tell me," she asked, "if Mr. Hamilton Fynes is staying here? He should have arrived by the

It is not the business of a hotel reception clerk to appear surprised at anything. Nevertheless the man looked

"Mr. Hamilton Fynes!" he repeated. "Did you say that you were expecting him by the Lusitania, madam?"

"Yes!" the young lady answered. "He asked me to lunch with him here today. Can you tell me whether he has

arrived yet? If he is in his room, I should be glad if you would send up to him."

There were several people in the office who were in a position to overhear their conversation. With a word of

apology, the man came round from his place behind the mahogany counter. He stood by the side of the young

"Will you pardon my asking, madam, if you have seen the newspapers this morning?" he inquired.

Without a doubt, her first thought was that the question savored of impertinence. She looked at him with

slightly upraised eyebrows. She was slim, of medium complexion, with dark brown hair parted in the middle

and waving a little about her temples. She was irreproachably dressed, from the tips of her patent shoes to the

"The newspapers!" she repeated. "Why, no, I don't think that I have seen them this morning. What have they

She tapped the floor with her foot and looked at him curiously. Certainly the people around seemed to be

She shrugged her shoulders and followed him. Something in the man's earnest tone and almost pleading look

convinced her, at least, of his good intentions. Besides, the interest which her question had undoubtedly

aroused amongst the bystanders was, to say the least of it, embarrassing. He pulled the door to after them.

"Madam," he said, "there was a Mr. Hamilton Fynes who came over by the Lusitania, and who had certainly

engaged rooms in this hotel, but he unfortunately, it seems, met with an accident on his way from Liverpool."

Her manner changed at once. She began to understand what it all meant. Her lips parted, her eyes were wide

"Madam," he said, "it was a very bad accident indeed. I trust that Mr. Hamilton Fynes was not a very intimate

friend or a relative of yours. It would perhaps be better for you to read the account for yourself."

He placed a newspaper in her hands. She read the first few lines and suddenly turned upon him. She was

white to the lips now, and there was real terror in her tone. Yet if he had been in a position to have analyzed

the emotion she displayed, he might have remarked that there was none of the surprise, the blank, unbelieving

amazement which might have been expected from one hearing for the first time of such a calamity.

"It appears to be perfectly true, madam, I regret to say," the clerk answered. "Even the earlier editions were

able to supply the man's name, and I am afraid that there is no doubt about his identity. The captain of the

Lusitania confirmed it, and many of the passengers who saw him leave the ship last night have been

"Murdered!" she repeated to herself with trembling lips. "It seems such a horrible death! Have they any idea

"At present, no, madam," the clerk answered. "The affair, as you will see if you read further, is an

She rocked a little in her chair, but she showed no signs of fainting. She picked up the paper and found the

"Here, if you please, madam," the clerk answered. "I must go back to my desk. There are many arrivals just

"Nothing, thank you," she answered. "I wish only to be alone while I read this."

He left her with a little sympathetic murmur, and closed the door behind him. The girl raised her veil now and

spread the newspaper out on the table before her. There was an account of the tragedy; there were interviews

with some of the passengers, a message from the captain. In all, it seemed that wonderfully little was known

of Mr. Hamilton Fynes. He had spoken to scarcely a soul on board, and had remained for the greater part of

the time in his stateroom. The captain had not even been aware of his existence till the moment when Mr.

Hamilton Fynes had sought him out and handed him an order, signed by the head of his company, instructing

him to obey in any respect the wishes of this hitherto unknown passenger. The tug which had been hired to

meet him had gone down the river, so it was not possible, for the moment, to say by whom it had been

chartered. The stationmaster at Liverpool knew nothing except that the letter presented to him by the dead

man was a personal one from a great railway magnate, whose wishes it was impossible to disregard. There

had not been a soul, apparently, upon the steamer who had known anything worth mentioning of Mr.

Hamilton Fynes or his business. No one in London had made inquiries for him or claimed his few effects.

That papers had been stolen from himpapers or moneywas evident from the place of concealment in his

coat, where the lining had been torn away, but there was not the slightest evidence as to the nature of these

documents or the history of the murdered man. All that could be done was to await the news from the other

The girl went through it all, line by line, almost word by word. Whatever there might have been of

relationship or friendship between her and the dead man, the news of his terrible end left her shaken, indeed,

but dryeyed. She was apparently more terrified than grieved, and now that the first shock had passed away,

her mind seemed occupied with thoughts which may indeed have had some connection with this tragedy, but

were scarcely wholly concerned with it. She sat for a long while with her hands still resting upon the table but

her eyes fixed out of the window. Then at last she rose and made her way outside. Her friend the reception

clerk was engaged in conversation with one or two men, a conversation of which she was obviously the

subject. As she opened the door, one of them broke off in the midst of what he was saying and would have

accosted her. The clerk, however, interposed, and drew her a step or two back into the room.

"Madam," he said, "one of these gentlemen is from Scotland Yard, and the others are reporters. They are all

eager to know anything about Mr. Hamilton Fynes. I expect they will want to ask you some questions."

"I regret to say that I have nothing whatever to tell them," she declared. "Will you kindly let them know

"Naturally," the clerk admitted; "yet these gentlemen from Scotland Yard have special privileged, of course,

"If it will help me to get rid of them," she said, "I will speak to the representative of Scotland Yard. I will

The clerk turned round and beckoned to the foremost figure in the little group. Inspector Jacks, tall,

lanternjawed, dressed with the quiet precision of a welltodoman of affairs, and with no possible

suggestion of his calling in his manner or attire, was by her side almost at once.

"You were to have lunched here with Mr. Hamilton Fynes," the detective continued. "When, may I ask, did

"You can tell us a few things about the deceased, without doubt," Mr. Jacks said,"his profession, for

instance, or his social standing? Perhaps you know the reason for his coming to Europe?"

"Mr. Fynes and I were not intimately acquainted," she answered. "We met in Paris some years ago, and when

"You had no letter from him, then, previous to the marconigram?" the inspector asked.

"I have scarcely ever received a letter from him in my life," she answered. "He was as bad a correspondent as

"When he was over here before," the inspector asked, "do you know what his business was then?"

"I cannot," she answered. "As I told you just now, I have never had a letter from him in my life. We

exchanged a few notes, perhaps, when we were in Paris, about trivial matters, but nothing more than that."

"He must at some time, in Paris, for instance, or when you lunched with him last year, have said something

"He never alluded to it in any way," the girl answered. "I have not the slightest idea how he passed his time."

The inspector was a little nonplussed. He did not for a moment believe that the girl was telling the truth.

"Perhaps," he said tentatively, "you do not care to have your name come before the public in connection with

"Naturally," the girl answered. "That, however, would not prevent my telling you anything that I knew. You

seem to find it hard to believe, but I can assure you that I know nothing. Mr. Fynes was almost a stranger to

"Perhaps," he suggested, "after you have thought the matter over, something may occur to you. Can I trouble

"I shall perhaps do myself the honor of waiting upon you a little later on," he said. "You may be able, after

reflection, to recall some small details, at any rate, which will be interesting to us. At present we are absurdly

"Can I go out without seeing those others?" she asked. "I really have nothing to say to them, and this has been

"By all means, madam," the clerk answered. "If you will allow me, I will escort you to the entrance."

Two of the more enterprising of the journalists caught them up upon the pavement. Miss Penelope Morse,

"You must not ask me any more questions about Mr. Hamilton Fynes," she declared. "My acquaintance with

him was of the slightest. It is true that I came here to lunch today without knowing what had happened. It has

been a shock to me, and I do not wish to talk about it, and I will not talk about it, for the present."

She was deaf to their further questions. The hotel clerk handed her into a taximeter cab, and gave the address

to the driver. Then he went back to his office, where Inspector Jacks was still sitting.

"This Mr. Hamilton Fynes," he remarked, "seems to have been what you might call a secretive sort of person.

Nobody appears to know anything about him. I remember when he was staying here before that he had no

"He was certainly a man who knew how to keep his own counsel," he admitted. "Most Americans are ready

enough to talk about themselves and their affairs, even to comparative strangers."

"It makes the case very interesting, the inspector declared, "especially when we find him engaged to lunch

"Not exactly," he answered. "No, I have no absolute knowledge of Miss Penelope Morse. By the bye, that

"The Duke of Devenham," he answered. "A very interesting young lady, I should think, that. I wonder what

she and Mr. Hamilton Fynes would have talked about if they had lunched here today."

The hotel clerk looked dubious. He did not grasp the significance of the question.

Miss Penelope Morse was perfectly well aware that the taxicab in which she left the Carlton Hotel was

closely followed by two others. Through the tube which she found by her side, she altered her first

instructions to the driver, and told him to proceed as fast as possible to Harrod's Stores. Then, raising the flap

at the rear of the cab, she watched the progress of the chase. Along Pall Mall the taxi in which she was seated

gained considerably, but in the Park and along the Bird Cage Walk both the other taxies, risking the police

regulations, drew almost alongside. Once past Hyde Park Corner, however, her cab again drew ahead, and

when she was deposited in front of Harrod's Stores, her pursuers were out of sight. She paid the driver

"If any one asks you questions," she said, "say that you had instructions to wait here for me. Go on to the

"I shall not," she answered, "but I want those men who are following me to think that I am. They may as well

The chauffeur touched his hat and obeyed his instructions. Miss Penelope Morse plunged into the mazes of

the Stores with the air of one to whom the place is familiar. She did not pause, however, at any of the

counters. In something less than two minutes she had left it again by a back entrance, stepped into another

taxicab which was just setting down a passenger, and was well on her way back towards Pall Mall. Her ruse

appeared to have been perfectly successful. At any rate, she saw nothing more of the occupants of the two

She stopped in front of one of the big clubs and, scribbling a line on her card, gave it to the door keeper.

"Will you find out if this gentleman is in?" she said. "If he is, will you kindly ask him to step out and speak to

She returned to the cab and waited. In less than five minutes a tall, broadshouldered young man,

cleanshaven, and moving like an athlete, came briskly down the steps. He carried a soft hat in his hand, and

"My dear Dicky," she interrupted, laughing at his expression, "you need not look so displeased with me. Of

course, I know that I ought not to have come and sent a message into your club. I will admit at once that it

was very forward of me. Perhaps when I have told you why I did so, you won't look so shocked."

"Nothing that concerns us particularly," she answered. "I simply want to have a little talk with you. Come in

"It can't be helped," she declared. "To tell you the truth, the matter I want to talk to you about is of more

importance than any game of cards. Don't be foolish, Dicky. You have your hat in your hand. Step in here by

He looked a little bewildered, but he obeyed her, as most people did when she was in earnest. She gave the

driver an address somewhere in the city. As soon as they were off, she turned towards him.

"Well, I can't say that I do regularly," he answered. "I read the New York Herald, but these London journals

are a bit difficult, aren't they? One has to dig the news out,sort of treasurehunt all the time."

"You have read this murder case, at any rate," she asked, "about the man who was killed in a special train

"A good deal," she answered slowly. "In the first place, the man who was murderedMr. Hamilton

Fynescomes from the village where I was brought up in Massachusetts, and I know more about him, I dare

say, than any one else in this country. What I know isn't very much, perhaps, but it's interesting. I was to have

lunched with him at the Carlton today; in fact, I went there expecting to do so, for I am like youI scarcely

ever look inside these English newspapers. Well, I went to the Carlton and waited and he did not come. At

last I went into the office and asked whether he had arrived. Directly I mentioned his name, it was as though I

had thrown a bomb shell into the place. The clerk called me on one side, took me into a private office, and

showed me a newspaper. As soon as I had read the account, I was interviewed by an inspector from Scotland

"Say, Penelope!" he exclaimed. "Who was this fellow, anyhow, and what were you doing lunching with

"That doesn't matter," she answered. "You don't tell me all your secrets, Mr. Dicky Vanderpole, and it isn't

necessary for me to tell you all mine, even if we are both foreigners in a strange country. The poor fellow

isn't going to lunch with any one else in this world. I suppose you are thinking what an indiscreet person I

"No," he said; "I didn't understand that he was the sort of person you would have been likely to have taken

"Haven't I told you that I never read the papers? I only saw what they showed me in at the Carlton."

"The Press Association have cabled to America, but no one seems to be able to make out exactly who the

fellow is. His letter to the captain of the steamer was from the chairman of the company, and his introduction

to the manager of the London and North Western Railway Company was from the greatest railway man in the

world. Mr. Hamilton Fynes must have been a person who had a pretty considerable pull over there. Curiously

enough, though, only the name of the man was mentioned in them; nothing about his business, or what he

was doing over on this side. He was simply alluded to as Mr. Hamilton Fynesthe gentleman bearing this

communication.' I expect, after all, that you know more about him than any one."

"What I know," she said, "or at least most of it, I am going to tell you. A few years ago he was a clerk in a

Government office in Washington. He was steady in those days, and was supposed to have a head. He used to

write me occasionally. One day he turned up in London quite unexpectedly. He said that he had come on

business, and whatever his business was, it took him to St. Petersburg and Berlin, and then back to Berlin

"Come, Dicky," she said, "don't pretend to be jealous. You're an outrageous flirt, I know, but you and I are

"Naturally," she answered, "or I shouldn't be here. Do you want to hear anything more about Mr. Hamilton

"Well, be quiet, then, and don't interrupt," she said. "I knew London well and he didn't. That is why, as I told

you before, we saw quite a great deal of one another. He was always very reticent about his affairs, and

especially about the business which had taken him on the Continent. Just before he left, however, he gave

"He didn't put it into so many words," she said, "and I am not sure, even now, that I ought to tell you, Dicky.

Still, you are a fellow countryman and a budding diplomatist. I suppose if I can give you a lift I ought to."

The taxi was on the Embankment now, and they sped along for some time in silence. Mr. Richard Vanderpole

"Of course, Penelope," he said, "I don't expect you to tell me anything which you feel that you oughtn't to.

"I should like to know what the mischief my being in the diplomatic service has to do with it?"

"If I explained that," she answered, "I should be telling you everything I haven't quite made up my mind to do

"Tell me this?" he asked. "Would that hint which he dropped when he was here last help you to solve the

"Then I think," he said, "apart from any other reason, you ought to tell somebody. The police at present don't

"I am," she assured him. "It is exactly as I say. I believe I am one of the few people who could put the police

"That's just what I can't make up my mind about," she told him. "However, I have brought you out with me

expecting to hear something, and I am going to tell you this. That last time he came to Englandthe time he

"Are you sure of that, Pen?" he asked. "It doesn't sound like our people, you know, does it?"

"I am quite sure," she declared confidently. "You are a very youthful diplomat, Dicky, but even you have

probably heard of governments who employ private messengers to carry despatches which for various

"Why, that's so, of course, over on this side," he agreed. "These European nations are up to all manner of

tricks. But I tell you frankly, Pen, I never heard of anything of the sort being done from Washington."

"Perhaps not," she answered composedly. "You see, things have developed with us during the last

twentyfive years. The old America had only one foreign policy, and that was to hold inviolate the Monroe

doctrine. European or Asiatic complications scarcely even interested her. Those times have passed, Dicky.

Cuba and the Philippines were the start of other things. We are being drawn into the maelstrom. In another

"Well," he admitted, "there's a good deal in what you say, Penelope. You talk about it all as though you were

"Perhaps I am," she answered calmly. "A stray young woman like myself must have something to occupy her

"That's not bad," he asserted, "for a girl whom the New York Herald declared, a few weeks ago, to be one of

"That's just the sort of thing the New York Herald would say," she remarked. "You see, I have to get a

reputation for being smart and saying bright things, or nobody would ask me anywhere. Penniless American

"Marry me, then," he suggested amiably. "I shall have plenty of money some day."

"I'll see about it when you're grown up," she answered. Just at present, I think we'd better return to the subject

Mr. Richard Vanderpole sighed, but seemed not disinclined to follow her suggestion.

"Harvey is a silent man, as you know," he said thoughtfully, "and he keeps everything of importance to

himself. At the same time these little matters get about in the shop, of course, and I have never heard of any

despatches being brought across from Washington except in the usual way. Presuming that you are right," he

added after a moment's pause, "and that this fellow Hamilton Fynes really had something for us, that would

account for his being able to get off the boat and securing his special train so easily. No one can imagine

"Nothing so definite as an idea," she interrupted. "I am not going so far as to say that. I simply know that

when a man is practically the secret agent of his government, and is probably carrying despatches of an

important nature, that an accident such as he has met with, in a country which is greatly interested in the

"Say," he admitted "you're dead right. The Pacific cruise, and our relations with Japan, seem to have rubbed

our friends over here altogether the wrong way. We have irritations enough already to smooth over, without

"I am going to tell you now," she continued, leaning a little towards him, "the real reason why I fetched you

out of the club this afternoon and have brought you for this little expedition. The last time I lunched with Mr.

Hamilton Fynes was just after his return from Berlin. He intrusted me then with a very important mission. He

"But I don't understand!" he protested. "Why should he give you the letter when he was in London himself?"

"I asked him that question myself, naturally," she answered. "He told me that it was an understood thing that

when he was over here on business he was not even to cross the threshold of the Embassy, or hold any direct

communication with any person connected with it. Everything had to be done through a third party, and

generally in duplicate. There was another man, for instance, who had a copy of the same letter, but I never

"Gee whiz!" the young man exclaimed. "You're telling me things, and no mistake! Why this fellow Fynes

"It was all very simple," she said. "The first Mrs. Harvey, who was alive then, was my greatest friend, and I

was in and out of the place all the time. Now, perhaps, you can understand the significance of that

marconigram from Hamilton Fynes asking me to lunch with him at the Carlton today."

"I wonder," he said slowly, "what has become of the letter which he was going to give you!"

"One thing is certain," she declared. "It is in the hands of those whose interests would have been affected by

"Every word," Penelope answered. "You see, I am trying to give you a start in your career. What bothers me

"How much of it I shall tell to a certain gentleman who calls himself Inspector Jacks!"

The Lusitania boat specials ran into Euston Station soon after three o'clock in the afternoon. A small

company of reporters, and several other men whose profession was not disclosed from their appearance, were

on the spot to interview certain of the passengers. A young fellow from the office of the Evening Comet was,

perhaps, the most successful, as, from the lengthy description which had been telegraphed to him from

Liverpool, he was fortunate enough to accost the only person who had been seen speaking to the murdered

"This is Mr. Coulson, I believe?" the young man said with conviction, addressing a somewhat stout,

grayheaded American, with white moustache, a Homburg hat, and clothes of distinctly transatlantic cut.

That gentlemen regarded his interlocutor with some surprise but without unfriendliness.

"That happens to be my name, sir," he replied. "You have the advantage of me, though. You are not from my

"Woollen firm in London Wall," Mr. Coulson added. "I know they wanted to see me directly I arrived, and

The young man shook his head, and assumed at the same time his most engaging manner.

"Why, no, sir!" he admitted. "I have no connection with that firm at all. The fact is I am on the staff of an

evening paper. A friend of mine in Liverpoola mutual friend, I believe I may say," he explained"wired

me your description. I understand that you were acquainted with Mr. Hamilton Fynes?"

"Well, if I did know the poor fellow just to nod to," he said, "I don't see that's any reason why I should talk

about him to you newspaper fellows. You'd better get hold of his relations, if you can find them."

"But, my dear Mr. Coulson," the young man said, "we haven't any idea where they are to be found, and in the

"Guess I can figure them out pretty well," Mr. Coulson remarked with a smile. "We've got an evening press

"Well," he said, "They'd be able to stretch themselves out a bit on a case like this. You see," he continued

confidentially, "we are up against something almost unique. Here is an astounding and absolutely

inexplicable murder, committed in a most dastardly fashion by a person who appears to have vanished from

the face of the earth. Not a single thing is known about the victim except his name. We do not know whether

he came to England on business or pleasure. He may, in short, have been any one from a millionaire to a

newspaper man. Judging from his special train," the reporter concluded with a smile, "and the money which

Mr. Coulson went on his way toward the exit from the station, puffing contentedly at his big cigar.

"Well," he said to his companion, who showed not the slightest disposition to leave his side, "it don't seem to

me that there's much worth repeating about poor Fynes,much that I knew, at any rate. Still, if you like to

"You are a brick, sir," the young man declared. "Haven't you any luggage, though?"

"I checked what I had through from Liverpool to the hotel," Mr. Coulson answered. "I can't stand being

fussed around by all these porters, and having to go and take pot luck amongst a pile of other people's

baggage. We'll just take one of these twowheeled sardine tins that you people call hansoms, and get round to

the hotel as quick as we can. There are a few pals of mine generally lunch in the cafe there, and they mayn't

They started a moment or two later. Mr. Coulson leaned forward and, folding his arms upon the apron of the

"Say," he remarked, removing his cigar to the corner of his mouth in order to facilitate conversation, "this old

"Not up in this part, perhaps," the reporter agreed. "We've some fine new buildings down toward the Strand."

"Well," he said, "I guess you don't want to be making conversation. You want to know about Hamilton

Fynes. I was just acquainted with him, and that's a fact, but I reckon you'll have to find some one who knows

a good deal more than I do before you'll get the stuff you want for your paper."

"The slightest particulars are of interest to us just now," the reporter reminded him.

"Hamilton Fynes," he said, "so far as I knew him, was a quiet, inoffensive sort of creature, who has been

drawing a regular salary from the State for the last fifteen years and saving half of it. He has been coming

over to Europe now and then, and though he was a good, steady chap enough, he liked his fling when he was

over here, and between you and me, he was the greatest crank I ever struck. I met him in London a matter of

three years ago, and he wanted to go to Paris. There were two cars running at the regular time, meeting the

boat at Dover. Do you think he would have anything to do with them? Not he! He hired a special train and

"Why, because he was a crank, sir," Mr. Coulson answered confidentially. "There was no other reason at all.

Take this last voyage on the Lusitania, now. He spoke to me the first day out because he couldn't help it, but

for pretty well the rest of the journey he either kept down in his stateroom or, when he came up on deck, he

avoided me and everybody else. When he did talk, his talk was foolish. He was a good chap at his work, I

believe, but he was a crank. Seemed to me sometimes as though that humdrum life of his had about turned his

brain. The last day out he was fidgeting all the time; kept looking at his watch, studying the chart, and asking

the sailors questions. Said he wanted to get up in time to take a girl to lunch on Thursday. It was just for that

reason that he scuttled off the boat without a word to any of us, and rushed up to London."

"But he had letters, Mr. Coulson," the reporter reminded him, "from some one in Washington, to the captain

of the steamer and to the stationmaster of the London and North Western Railway. It seems rather odd that

"They were easy enough to get," Mr. Coulson answered. "He wasn't a worrying sort of chap, Fynes wasn't.

He did his work, year in and year out, and asked no favors. The consequence was that when he asked a queer

one he got it all right. It's easier to get a pull over there than it is here, you know."

"This is all very interesting," the reporter said, "and I am sure I'm very much obliged to you, Mr. Coulson.

Now can you tell me of anything in the man's life or way of living likely to provoke enmity on the part of any

"There I'm stuck," Mr. Coulson admitted. "There's only one thing I can tell you, and that is that I believe he

had a lot more money on him than the amount mentioned in your newspapers this morning. My own opinion

is that he was murdered for what he'd got. A smart thief would say that a fellow who takes a special tug off

the steamer and a special train to town was a man worth robbing. How the thing was done I don't

knowthat's for your police to find outbut I reckon that whoever killed him did it for his cash."

The reporter sighed. He was, after all, a little disappointed. Mr. Coulson was obviously a man of common

sense. His words were clearly pronounced, and his reasoning sound. They had reached the courtyard of the

"My first drink on English soil," Mr. Coulson said, as he handed his suitcase to the hallporter, "is always"

"It's on me," the young man declared quickly. "I owe you a good deal more than drinks, Mr. Coulson."

"Well, come along, anyway," the latter remarked. "I guess my room is all right, porter?"turning to the man

who stood by his side, bag in hand. "I am Mr. James B. Coulson of New York, and I wrote on ahead. I'll

They made their way to the American bar. The newspaper man and his new friend drank together and,

skillfully prompted by the former, the conversation drifted back to the subject of Hamilton Fynes. There was

nothing else to be learned, however, in the way of facts. Mr. Coulson admitted that he had been a little nettled

by his friend's odd manner during the voyage, and the strange way he had of keeping to himself.

"But, after all," he wound up, "Fynes was a crank, when all's said and done. We are all cranks, more or

less,all got our weak spot, I mean. It was secretiveness with our unfortunate friend. He liked to play at

being a big personage in a mysterious sort of way, and the poor chap's paid for it," he added with a sigh.

The reporter left his newmade friend a short time afterwards, and took a hansom to his office. His

newspaper at once issued a special edition, giving an interview between their representative and Mr. James B.

Coulson, a personal friend of the murdered man. It was, after all, something of a scoop, for not one of the

other passengers had been found who was in a position to say anything at all about him. The immediate effect

of the interview, however, was to procure for Mr. Coulson a somewhat bewildering succession of callers. The

first to arrive was a gentleman who introduced himself as Mr. Jacks, and whose card, sent back at first, was

retendered in a sealed envelope with Scotland Yard scrawled across the back of it. Mr. Coulson, who was in

"Mr. Coulson," the Inspector said, "I am visiting you on behalf of Scotland Yard. We understand that you had

some acquaintance with Mr. Hamilton Fynes, and we hope that you will answer a few questions for us."

"Nothing so remarkable in that, Mr. Coulson," Inspector Jacks remarked pleasantly. "A newspaper man had

"That's so," he admitted. "Seems to me I may have been a bit indiscreet in talking so much to that young

reporter. I have just read his account of my interview, and he's got it pat, word by word. Now, Mr. Jacks, if

you'll just invest a halfpenny in that newspaper, you don't need to ask me any questions. That young man had

"Just so, Mr. Coulson," the Inspector answered. "At the same time nothing that you told him throws any light

"That," Mr. Coulson declared, "is not my fault. What I don't know I can't tell you."

"You were acquainted with Mr. Fynes some years ago?" the Inspector asked. "Can you tell me what business

"Same as now, for anything I know," Mr. Coulson answered. "He was a clerk in one of the Government

"Government offices," Inspector Jacks repeated. "Have you any idea what department?"

"It may have been the Excise Office," he remarked thoughtfully. "I did hear, but I never took any particular

"Did you ever form any idea as to the nature of his work?" Inspector Jacks asked.

"Bless you, no!" Mr. Coulson replied, brushing his hair vigorously. "It never entered into my head to ask him,

and I never heard him mention it. I only know that he was a quietliving, decent sort of a chap, but, as I put it

"Nary a thing," Mr. Coulson declared. "He only came on deck once or twice, and he had scarcely a civil word

even for me. Why, I tell you, sir," Mr. Coulson continued, "if he saw me coming along on the promenade,

he'd turn round and go the other way, for fear I'd ask him to come and have a drink. A crank, sir! You

"He certainly seems to have been a queer lot," the Inspector declared. "By the bye," he continued, "you said

something, I believe, about his having had more money with him than was found upon his person."

"That's so," Mr. Coulson admitted. "I know he deposited a pocketbook with the purser, and I happened to be

standing by when he received it back. I noticed that he had three or four thousanddollar bills, and there

"You believe yourself, then, Mr. Coulson," he said, closing his pocketbook, "that the murder was committed

"Seems to me it's common sense," Mr. Coulson replied. "A man who goes and takes a special train to London

from the docks of a city like Liverpoola city filled with the scum of the world, mind youkind of gives

"That's sensible talk, Mr. Coulson," he acknowledged. "You never heard, I suppose, of his having had a

"Never in my life," Mr. Coulson declared. "He wasn't the sort to make enemies, any more than he was the

The Inspector took up his hat. His manner now was no longer inquisitorial. With the closing of his notebook

"A week or so, maybe," that gentleman answered. "I am in the machinery patent linemachinery for the

manufacture of woollen goods mostlyand I have a few appointments in London. Afterwards I am going on

to Paris. You can hear of me at any time either here or at the Grand Hotel, Paris, but there's nothing further to

The Inspector was of the same opinion and took his departure. Mr. Coulson waited for some little time, still

sitting on his trunk and clasping his hairbrushes. Then he moved over to the table on which stood the

telephone instrument and asked for a number. The reply came in a minute or two in the form of a question.

"It's Mr. James B. Coulson from New York, landed this afternoon from the Lusitania," Mr. Coulson said. "I

"You had better be in the bar smokingroom at seven o'clock. If nothing happens, don't leave the hotel this

"Miss Penelope Morse," he said softly to himself. "Seems to me I'm rather popular this evening. Say I'll be

"Very good, sir," the page answered. "There's a gentleman with her, sir. His card's underneath the lady's."

Mr. Coulson examined the tray once more. A gentleman's visiting card informed him that his other caller was

"Bart," Mr. Coulson remarked thoughtfully. "I'm not quite catching on to that, but I suppose he goes in with

Mr. Coulson found his two visitors in the lounge of the hotel. He had removed all traces of his journey, and

was attired in a Tuxedo dinner coat, a softfronted shirt, and a neatly arranged black tie. He wore broadtoed

patent boots and double lines of braid down the outsides of his trousers. The page boy, who was on the

lookout for him, conducted him to the corner where Miss Penelope Morse and her companion were sitting

talking together. The latter rose at his approach, and Mr. Coulson summed him up quickly,a wellbred,

pleasantmannered, exceedingly athletic young Englishman, who was probably not such a fool as he

looked,that is, from Mr. Coulson's standpoint, who was not used to the single eyeglass and somewhat

"Mr. Coulson, isn't it?" the young man asked, accepting the other's outstretched hand. "We are awfully sorry

to disturb you, so soon after your arrival, too, but the fact is that this young lady, Miss Penelope

Morse,"Mr. Coulson bowed,"was exceedingly anxious to make your acquaintance. You Americans are

such birds of passage that she was afraid you might have moved on if she didn't look you up at once."

"I'm afraid you're going to think me a terrible nuisance, Mr. Coulson!" she exclaimed. Mr. Coulson, although

he did not call himself a lady's man, was nevertheless human enough to appreciate the fact that the young

lady's face was piquant and her smile delightful. She was dressed with quiet but elegant simplicity. The

perfume of the violets at her waistband seemed to remind him of his return to civilization.

"Well, I'll take my risks of that, Miss Morse," he declared. "If you'll only let me know what I can do for

"It's about poor Mr. Hamilton Fynes," she explained. "I took up the evening paper only half an hour ago, and

read your interview with the reporter. I simply couldn't help stopping to ask whether you could give me any

further particulars about that horrible affair. I didn't dare to come here all alone, so I asked Sir Charles to

Mr. Coulson, being invited to do so, seated himself on the lounge by the young lady's side. He leaned a little

"I don't exactly know what I can tell you," he remarked. "I take it, then, that you were well acquainted with

"I used to know him quite well," Penelope answered, "and naturally I am very much upset. When I read in the

paper an account of your interview with the reporter, I could see at once that you were not telling him

everything. Why should you, indeed? A man does not want every detail of his life set out in the newspapers

"You're a very sensible young lady, Miss Morse, if you will allow me to say so," Mr. Coulson declared. "You

"I had an appointment to lunch with him today," she answered. "He sent me a marconigram before he arrived

"I actually went to the restaurant," Penelope continued, "without knowing anything of this. I can't understand

it at all, even now. Mr. Fynes always seemed to me such a harmless sort of person, so unlikely to have

"Well," that gentleman answered, "to tell you the honest truth, Miss Morse, I'm afraid I am going to

disappoint you a little. I wasn't over well acquainted with Mr. Fynes, although a good many people seemed to

fancy that we were kind of bosom friends. That newspaper man, for instance, met me at the station and stuck

to me like a leech; drove down here with me, and was willing to stand all the liquor I could drink. Then there

was a gentleman from Scotland Yard, who was in such a hurry that he came to see me in my bedroom. HE

had a sort of an idea that I had been brought up from infancy with Hamilton Fynes and could answer a sheaf

of questions a yard long. As soon as I got rid of him, up comes that page boy and brings your card."

"It does seem too bad, Mr. Coulson," Penelope declared, raising her wonderful eyes to his and smiling

sympathetically. "You have really brought it upon yourself, though, to some extent, haven't you, by

"Those newspaper fellows," Mr. Coulson remarked, "are wonders. Before that youngster had finished with

me, I began to feel that poor old Fynes and I had been like brothers all our lives. As a matter of fact, Miss

"Hamilton Fynes came from the village in Massachusetts where I was brought up. I've known him all my

"I didn't understand," he said thoughtfully, "that Fynes had any very intimate friends over this side."

"I don't mean to imply that we have been intimate lately," she said. "I came to Europe nine years ago, and

since then, of course, I have not seen him often. Perhaps it was the fact that he should have thought of me,

and that I was actually expecting to have lunch with him today, which made me feel this thing so acutely."

"Why, that's quite natural," Mr. Coulson declared, leaning back a little and crossing his legs. "Somehow we

seem to read about these things in the papers and they don't amount to such a lot, but when you know the man

and were expecting to see him, as you were, why, then it comes right home to you. There's something about a

murder," Mr. Coulson concluded, "which kind of takes hold of you if you've ever even shaken hands with

"No, nor any one else," Mr. Coulson replied. "I don't think he was seasick, but he was miserably unsociable,

and he seldom left his cabin. I doubt whether there were half a dozen people on board who would have

"He was that," Mr. Coulson admitted. "Never seemed to care to talk about himself or his own business. Not

that he had much to talk about," he added reflectively. "Dull sort of life, his. So many hours of work, so many

hours of play; so many dollars a month, and after it's all over, so many dollars pension. Wouldn't suit all of

"I fancy not," Somerfield admitted. "Perhaps he kicked over the traces a bit when he was over this side. You

"There wasn't much kicking over the traces with poor old Fynes," he said. "He hadn't got it in him."

"Scarcely seems possible, does it," he remarked, "that a man leading such a quiet sort of life should make

"He didn't seem nervous on the way over, did he?" Penelope asked,"as though he were afraid of something

"No more than usual," he answered. "I guess your police over here aren't quite so smart as ours, or they'd

have been on the track of this thing before now. But you can take it from me that when the truth comes out

you'll find that our poor friend has paid the penalty of going about the world like a crank."

"A crank," Mr. Coulson repeated vigorously. "It wasn't much I knew of Hamilton Fynes, but I knew that

much. He was one of those nervous, standoff sort of persons who hated to have people talk to him and yet

was always doing things to make them talk about him. I was over in Europe with him not so long ago, and he

went on in the same way. Took a special train to Dover when there wasn't any earthly reason for it; travelled

with a valet and a courier, when he had no clothes for the valet to look after, and spoke every European

language better than his courier. This time the poor fellow's paid for his bit of vanity. Naturally, any one

would think he was a millionaire, travelling like that. I guess they boarded the train somehow, or lay hidden

"Some of it," Mr. Coulson answered,"some of it. That's just about the only thing that I do know of my

own. I happened to see him take his pocketbook back from the purser, and I guess he'd got a sight more

money there than was found upon him. I told the smoothspoken gentleman from Scotland Yard soMr.

Penelope sighed gently. She found it hard to make up her mind concerning this quondam acquaintance of her

"Not I," Mr. Coulson answered. "He wasn't particularly anxious to make acquaintances over here, but he was

even worse at home. The way he went on, you'd think he'd never had any friends and never wanted any. I met

him once in the streets of Washington last year, and had a cocktail with him at the Atlantic House. I had to

almost drag him in there. I was pretty well a stranger in Washington, but he didn't do a thing for me. Never

asked me to look him up, or introduced me to his club. He just drank his cocktail, mumbled something about

being in a hurry, and made off. I tell you, sir, " Mr. Coulson continued, turning to Somerfield, "that man

hadn't a thing to say for himself. I guess his work had something to do with it. You must get kind of out of

touch with things, shut up in an office from nine o'clock in the morning till five in the afternoon. Just saving

up, he was, for his trip to Europe. Then we happened on the same steamer, but, bless you, he scarcely even

shook hands when he saw me. He wouldn't play bridge, didn't care about chess, hadn't even a chair on the

"You are destroying all my illusions, Mr. Coulson," she said. "Do you know that I was building up quite a

romance about poor Mr. Fynes' life? It seemed to me that he must have enemies; that there must have been

something in his life, or his manner of living, which accounted for such a terrible crime."

"Why, sure not!" Mr. Coulson declared heartily. "It was a cleverly worked job, but there was no mystery

about it. Some chap went for him because he got riding about like a millionaire. A more unromantic figure

than Hamilton Fynes never breathed. Call him a crank and you've finished with him."

"It has been so kind of you," she murmured, "to talk to us. And yet, do you know, I am a little disappointed. I

was hoping that you might have been able to tell us something more about the poor fellow."

"He was no talker," Mr. Coulson declared. "It was little enough he had to say to me, and less to any one else."

"It seems strange," she remarked innocently, "that he should have been so shy. He didn't strike me that way

when I knew him at home in Massachusetts, you know. He travelled about so much in later years, too, didn't

Penelope's eyes were suddenly upraised. For the first time Mr. Coulson's ready answers failed him. Not a

muscle of his face moved under the girl's scrutiny, but he hesitated for a short time before he answered her.

"Not that I know of," he said at length. "No, I shouldn't have called him much of a traveller."

"It has been very nice indeed of you to see us, Mr. Coulson," she said, "especially after all these other people

have been bothering you. Of course, I am sorry that you haven't anything more to tell us than we knew

"It's a sad affair, anyhow," Mr. Coulson declared, walking with them to the door. "Don't you get worrying

your head, young lady, though, with any notion of his having had enemies, or anything of that sort. The poor

fellow was no hero of romance. I don't fancy even your halfpenny papers could drag any out of his life. It was

just a commonplace robbery, with a bad ending for poor Fynes. Good evening, miss! Good night, sir! Glad to

Mr. Coulson's two visitors left and got into a small electric brougham which was waiting for them. Mr.

Coulson himself watched them drive off and glanced at the clock. It was already a quarter past six. He went

into the cafe and ordered a light dinner, which he consumed with much obvious enjoyment. Then he lit a

cigar and went into the smoking room. Selecting a pile of newspapers, he drew up an easy chair to the fire

As a matter of fact, he was disappointed. At precisely seven o'clock, Mr. Richard Vanderpole strolled into the

room and, after a casual glance around, approached his chair and touched him on the shoulder. In his evening

clothes the newcomer was no longer obtrusively American. He was dressed in severely English fashion, from

the cut of his white waistcoat to the admirable poise of his white tie. He smiled as he patted Coulson upon the

"This is Mr. Coulson, I'm sure," he declared,"Mr. James B. Coulson from New York?"

"You're dead right," Mr. Coulson admitted, laying down his newspaper and favoring his visitor with a quick

"This is great!" the young man continued. "Just off the boat, eh? Well, I am glad to see you,very glad

Mr. Coulson replied in similar terms. A waiter who was passing through the room hesitated, for it was a

"I've just taken dinner," Mr. Coulson said. "Coffee and cognac'll do me all right."

"And a Martini cocktail for me," the young man ordered. "I am dining down in the restaurant with some

friends later on. Come over to this corner, Mr. Coulson. Why, you're looking firstrate. Great boat, the

So they talked till the drinks had been brought and paid for, till another little party had quitted the room and

they sat in their lonely corner, secure from observation or from any possibility of eavesdropping. Then Mr.

"Coulson," he said, "the chief is anxious. We don't understand this affair. Do you know anything?"

"Not to my knowledge," Coulson answered. "Fynes was in his stateroom six hours before we started. I can't

"Sewn in the lining of his coat," Coulson muttered. "You read about that in tonight's papers. The lining was

"I'm fresh in this," he said. "I got some information this afternoon, and the chief sent me over to see you on

account of it. We had better not discuss possibilities, I suppose? The thing's too big. The chief's almost off his

head. Is there any chance, do you think, Coulson, that this was an ordinary robbery? I am not sure that the

"Well, I've lied to those reporters and chaps," Coulson admitted,"lied with a purpose, of course, as you

people can understand. The money found upon Fynes was every penny he had when he left Liverpool."

"It's something to know this, at any rate," he declared. "You did right, Coulson, to put up that bluff. Now

"They are in my suitcase," Coulson answered, "and according to the way things are going, I shan't be over

He made his way up to his room, undid his dressing bag, which was fastened only with an ordinary lock, and

from between two shirts drew out a small folded packet, no bigger than an ordinary letter. It was a curious

circumstance that he used only one hand for the search and with the other gripped the butt of a small revolver.

There was no one around, however, nor was he disturbed in any way. In a few minutes he returned to the bar

"Men with quick instincts," Vanderpole continued, "can always tell when they are being watched. Have you

"No," he said. "I had a caller whose manner I did not quite understand. She seemed to have something at the

"No!" Vanderpole answered. "Go about your business as usual. Leave here for Paris, say, in ten days. There

They walked together toward the main exit. The young man's face had lost some of its grimness. Once more

his features wore that look of pleasant and genial goodfellowship which seems characteristic of his race

"Say, Mr. Coulson," he declared, as they passed across the hall, "you and I must have a night together. This

isn't New York, by any manner of means, or Paris, but there's some fun to be had here, in a quiet way. I'll

"I must find a taxicab," the young man remarked. "I've a busy hour before me. I've got to go down and see the

chief, who is dining somewhere in Kensington, and get back again to dine here at half past seven in the

"I guess you'll have to look sharp, then." Mr. Coulson remarked. "Do you see the time?"

"Tell you what!" he exclaimed, "I'll write a note to one of the friends I've got to meet, and leave it here. Boy,"

The boy ran out into the Strand, and Vanderpole, sitting down at the table, wrote a few lines, which he sealed

and addressed and handed to one of the reception clerks. Then he shook hands with Coulson and threw

It was a quarter past seven when he left the hotel. At half past a policeman held up his hand and stopped the

taxi, to the driver's great astonishment, as he was driving slowly across Melbourne Square, Kensington.

"What's the matter?" the man asked. "You can't say I was exceeding my speed limit."

The policeman scarcely noticed him. His head was already through the cab window.

"Never you mind about that," he said. "Drive to the South Kensington police station as quick as you can."

Seated upon a roomy lounge in the foyer of the Savoy were three women who attracted more than an average

amount of attention from the passersby. In the middle was the Duchess of Devenham, erect, stately, and

with a figure which was still irreproachable notwithstanding her white hair. on one side sat her daughter,

Lady Grace Redford, tall, fair, and comely; on the other, Miss Penelope Morse. The two girls were amusing

"To dine at halfpast seven," the Duchess remarked, as she looked around the ENTRESOL of the great

restaurant through her lorgnettes, "is certainly a little trying for one's temper and for one's digestion, but so

long as those men accepted, I certainly think they ought to have been here. They know that the play begins at

"It isn't like Dicky Vanderpole in the least," Penelope said. "Since he began to tread the devious paths of

diplomacy, he has brought exactness in the small things of life down to a fine art."

"Fun!" Penelope exclaimed. "Sometimes I think that I never knew a more trying person."

"I have never known the Prince unpunctual," the Duchess murmured. "I consider him absolutely the

"Why not, my dear?" the Duchess asked. "I heard that you were quite rude to him the other evening. We

"He has so many admirers," she remarked, "that I dare say he will not notice my absence from the ranks.

Perhaps I am a little prejudiced. At home, you know, we have rather strong opinions about this fusion of

"But a Prince of Japan, my dear Penelope!" she said. "A cousin of the Emperor, and a member of an

aristocracy which was old before we were thought of! Surely you cannot class Prince Maiyo amongst those to

"Perhaps," she said, "my feeling is the result of hearing you all praise him so much and so often. Besides,

apart from that, you must remember that I am a patriotic daughter of the Stars and Stripes, and there isn't

The Duchess turned away to greet a man who had paused before their couch on his way into the restaurant.

"My dear General," she said, "it seems to me that one meets every one here! Why was not restaurant dining

General Sherrif smiled. He was tall and thin, with grizzled hair and worn features. Notwithstanding his

civilian's clothes, there was no possibility of mistaking him anywhere, or under any circumstances, for

"It is a delightful custom," he admitted. "It keeps one always on the QUI VIVE; one never knows whom one

"Digestion!" the Duchess murmured. "But then, you soldiers lead such irregular lives."

"Not always from choice," the General reminded her. "The RussoJapanese war finished me off. They kept

us far enough away from the fighting, when they could, but, by Jove, they did make us move!"

"Know him!" the General answered. "Duchess, if ever I have to write my memoirs, and particularly my

reminiscences of this war, I fancy you would find the name of your friend appear there pretty frequently.

There wasn't a more brilliant feat of arms in the whole campaign than his flanking movement at Mukden. I

met most of the Japanese leaders, and I have always said that I consider him the most wonderful of them all."

"The Fates are against me," she declared. "If I may not like, I shall at least be driven to admire."

"To talk of bravery when one speaks of that war," the General remarked, "seems invidious, for it is my belief

that throughout the whole of the Japanese army such a thing as fear did not exist. They simply did not know

what the word meant. But I shall never forget that the only piece of handtohand fighting I saw during the

whole time was a cavalry charge led by Prince Maiyo against an immensely superior force of Russians.

Duchess," the General declared, "those Japanese on their queer little horses went through the enemy like

wind through a cornfield. That young man must have borne a charmed life. I saw him riding and cheering his

men on when he must have had at least half a dozen wounds in his body. You will pardon me, Duchess? I see

The General hurried away. The Duchess shut up her lorgnettes with a snap, and held out her hand to a

"My dear Prince," she exclaimed, "this is charming of you! Some one told me that you were not well,our

wretched climate, of courseand I was so afraid, every moment, that we should receive your excuses."

The newcomer, who was bowing over her hand, was of medium height or a trifle less, dark, and dressed with

the quiet exactness of an English gentleman. Only a slight narrowness of the eyes and a greater alertness of

movement seemed to distinguish him in any way, as regards nationality, from the men by whom he was

surrounded. His voice, when he spoke, contained no trace of accent. It was soft and singularly pleasant. It

had, too, one somewhat rare qualitya delightful ring of truth. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why

Prince Maiyo was just then, amongst certain circles, one of the most popular persons in Society.

"My dear Duchess," he said, "My indisposition was nothing. And as for your climate, I am beginning to

delight in it,one never knows what to expect, or when one may catch a glimpse of the sun. It is only the

"And even that," the Duchess remarked, smiling, "has been yellow for the last few days. Prince, you know

my daughter Grace, and I am sure that you have met Miss Penelope Morse? We are waiting for two other

The Prince bowed, and began to talk to his hostess' daughter,a tall, fair girl, as yet only in her second

"Here comes Sir Charles, at any rate!" the Duchess exclaimed. "Really, I think we shall have to go in. We can

leave a message for Dicky; they all know him at this place. I am afraid he is one of those shocking young

"This is from Dicky!" she exclaimed, glancing it through quickly,"Savoy notepaper, too, so I suppose he

has been here. He says that he may be a few minutes late and that we are not to wait. He will pick us up either

here or at the theatre. Prince, shall we let these young people follow us? I haven't heard your excuses yet. Do

"Dear Duchess," he said, "believe me, I am conscious of my fault. An unexpected matter, which required my

personal attention, presented itself at the last moment. I think I can assure you that nothing of its sort was

"Please don't," the Duchess begged, "so long as you are here at last. And after all, you see, you are not the

"Sir Charles is very much in earnest," she whispered, "but very very slow. Dicky is just the sort of man to

spur him on. He admires Penelope, and does not mind showing it. She is such a dear girl that I should love to

"She is very intelligent," the Prince said. "She is a young lady, indeed, for whom I have a great admiration. I

"You must not believe that," the Duchess said. "Penelope is a little brusque sometimes, but it is only her

They made their way through the foyer to the round table which had been reserved for them in the centre of

"I suppose I ought to apologize for giving you dinner at such an hour," the Duchess remarked, "but it is our

theatrical managers who are to blame. Why they cannot understand that the best play in the world is not

worth more than two hours of our undivided attention, and begin everything at nine or a quarterpast, I

"Dear Duchess," he said, "I think that you are a nation of sybarites. Everything in the world must run for you

"I never lunch out," the Prince answered, "but I have always what is sufficient for me."

"Tell me," the Duchess asked, "is it true that you are thinking of settling down amongst us? Your picture is in

the new illustrated paper this week, you know, with a little sketch of your career. We are given to understand

The Prince smiled, and in his smile there seemed to be a certain mysticism. One could not tell, indeed,

whether it came from some pleasant thought flitting through his brain, or whether it was that the idea itself

"I have no plans, Duchess," he said. "Your country is very delightful, and the hospitality of the friends I have

"I can never understand the Prince," she murmured. "Always he seems as though he took life so earnestly. He

has a look upon his face which I never see in the faces of any of you other young men."

"It isn't only that," she continued. "He reminds me of that man whom we all used to go and hear preach at the

Oratory. He was the same in the pulpit and when one saw him in the street. His eyes seemed to see through

"He was a religious Johnny, of course," Sir Charles remarked. "They do walk about with their heads in the

"I tell you what I do think," Sir Charles murmured. "I think his pretence at having a good time over here is all

a bluff. He doesn't really cotton to us, you know. Don't see how he could. He's never touched a polo stick in

his life, knows nothing about cricket, is indifferent to games, and doesn't even understand the meaning of the

"I think," she said, "that his visit to Europe and his stay amongst us is, after all, in the nature of a pilgrimage.

"I fancy," she murmured, "that the person you are speaking of would not look at it in quite the same light."

"Has any one seen the evening paper?" the Duchess asked. "It is there any more news about that

"I think," the Duchess declared, "that it is perfectly scandalous. Our police system must be in a disgraceful

"Without doubt," the Prince answered, "life moves very much in the East as with you here. Only with us," he

added a little thoughtfully, "there is a difference, a difference of which one is reminded at a time like this,

He looked at her as one might have looked at a child,kindly, even tolerantly. He was scarcely so tall as she

was, and Penelope's attitude towards him was marked all the time with a certain frigidity. Yet he spoke to her

with the quiet, courteous confidence of the philosopher who unbends to talk to a child.

"In this country," he said, "you place so high a value upon the gift of life. Nothing moves you so greatly as

"My dear Miss Morse," he said, "it is so that you think about life and death here. Yet you call yourselves a

Christian countryyou have a very beautiful faith. With us, perhaps, there is a little more philosophy and

something a little less definite in the trend of our religion. Yet we do not dress Death in black clothes or fly

from his outstretched hand. We fear him no more that we do the night. It is a thing that comesa thing that

He spoke so softly, and yet with so much conviction, that it seemed hard to answer him. Penelope, however,

was conscious of an almost feverish desire either to contradict him or to prolong the conversation by some

"Your point of view," she said, "is well enough, Prince, for those who fall in battle, fighting for their country

or for a great cause. Don't you think, though, that the horror of death is a more real thing in a case like this,

where a man is killed in cold blood for the sake of robbery, or perhaps revenge?"

"One cannot tell," the Prince answered thoughtfully. "The battlefields of life are there for every one to cross.

This mysterious gentleman who seems to have met with his death so unexpectedlyhe, too, may have been

the victim of a cause, knowing his dangers, facing them as a man should face them."

"I am quite sure, Prince," she said, "that you are a romanticist. But, apart from the sentimental side of it, do

"Why not?" the Prince answered. "It is as I have been saying: for a worthy cause, or a cause which he

believed to be worthy, there is no man of my country worthy of the name who would not accept death with

the same resignation that he lays his head upon the pillow and waits for sleep."

The Prince drank his glass of water thoughtfully. He drank wine only on very rare occasions, and then under

"A few days ago," he said, "I heard myself described as being much too serious a person. Tonight I am afraid

that I am living up to my reputation. Our conversation seems to have drifted into somewhat gloomy channels.

We must ask Miss Morse, I think, to help us to forget. They say," he continued, "that it is the young ladies of

He was looking into her eyes. His tone was half bantering, half serious. From across the table Penelope knew

that Somerfield was watching her closely. Somehow or other, she was irritated and nervous, and she

answered vaguely. Sir Charles intervened with a story about some of their acquaintances, and the

"Some day, I suppose," the Duchess remarked, as the service of dinner drew toward a close, "you will have

"Yes," he said without enthusiasm, "they will come. Our heritage from the West is a sure thing. Not in my

"I think that it is absolutely wicked of Dicky," the Duchess declared, as they rose from the table. "I shall

"After all, perhaps, it isn't his fault," Penelope said, breathing a little sigh of relief as she rose to her feet. "Mr.

Harvey is not always considerate, and I know that several of the staff are away on leave."

"That's right, my dear," the Duchess said, smiling, "stick up for your countrymen. I suppose he'll find us

sometime during the evening. We can all go to the theatre together; the omnibus is outside."

The little party passed through the foyer and into the hall of the hotel, where they waited while the Duchess'

carriage was called. Mr. Coulson was there in an easy chair, smoking a cigar, and watching the people

coming and going. He studied the passersby with ah air of impersonal but pleased interest. Penelope and

Lady Grace were certainly admirable foils. The latter was fair, with beautiful complexiona trifle sunburnt,

blue eyes, goodhumored mouth, and features excellent in their way, but a little lacking in expression. Her

figure was good; her movements slow but not ungraceful; her dress of white ivory satin a little extravagant

for the occasion. She looked exactly what she was,a wellbred, welldisposed, healthy young

Englishwoman, of aristocratic parentage. Penelope, on the other hand, more simply dressed, save for the

string of pearls which hung from her neck, had the look of a creature from another world. She had plenty of

animation; a certain nervous energy seemed to keep her all the time restless. She talked ceaselessly,

sometimes to the Prince, more often to Sir Charles. Her graygreen eyes were bright, her cheeks delicately

flushed. She spoke and looked and moved as one on fire with the joy of life. The Prince, noticing that Lady

Grace had been left to herself for the last few moments, moved a little towards her and commenced a

courteous conversation. Sir Charles took the opportunity to bend over his companion.

"Penelope," he said,"you are queer tonight. Tell me what it is? You don't really dislike the Prince, do you?"

"Why, of course not," she answered, looking back into the restaurant and listening, as though interested in the

music. "He is odd, though, isn't he? He is so serious and, in a way, so convincing. He is like a being

transplanted into an absolutely alien soil. One would like to laugh at him, and one can't."

"He is rather an anomaly," Sir Charles said, humming lightly to himself. "I suppose, compared with us

"Sometimes, Penelope," he said, "I don't quite understand you, especially when we speak about the Prince. I

have come to the conclusion that you either like him very much, or you dislike him very much, or you have

"I like your last suggestion," she declared. "You may believe that that is true."

On their way out, the Prince was accosted by some friends and remained talking for several moments. When

he entered the omnibus, there seemed to Penelope, who found herself constantly watching him closely, a

certain added gravity in his demeanor. The drive to the theatre was a short one, and conversation consisted

only of a few disjointed remarks. In the lobby the Prince laid his hand upon Somerfield's arm.

"Sir Charles," he said, "if I were you, I would keep that evening paper in your pocket. Don't let the ladies see

"To me personally it is of no consequence," the Prince answered, "but your womenfolk feel these things so

keenly, and Mr. Vanderpole is of the same nationality, is he not, as Miss Morse? If you take my advice, you

will be sure that they do not see the paper until after they get home this evening."

The Prince's face was impassive; he seemed not to have heard. Penelope had turned to wait for them.

"The Duchess thinks that we had better all go into the box," she said. "We have two stalls as well, but as

Dicky is not here there is really room for five. Will you get some programmes, Sir Charles?"

Somerfield stopped for a minute, under pretence of seeking some change, and tore open his paper. The Prince

"I heard what you and Sir Charles were saying," she declared quietly. "Please tell me what it is that has

"It was not yours," she said. "It was Sir Charles'. Tell me quickly what it is that has happened?"

"Mr. Vanderpole," the Prince answered, "has met with an accident,a somewhat serious one, I fear.

Perhaps," he added, "it would be as well, after all, to break this to the Duchess. I was forgetting the prejudices

She stood still for a moment, and then moved on. His words had had a curious effect upon her. The buzzing

in her ears had ceased; there was something to be doneshe must do it! She passed into the box, the door of

"Duchess," she said, "I am so sorry, but I am afraid that something has happened to Dicky. If you do not

"Miss Morse is quite right," the Prince said quietly. "I think it would be better for her to leave at once. If you

The Prince closed the box door behind them. He placed a chair for the Duchess so that she was not in view of

"A very sad thing has happened," he said quietly. "Mr. Vanderpole met with an accident in a taxicab this

There followed a few days of pleasurable interest to all Englishmen who travelled in the tube and read their

halfpenny papers. A great and enlightened Press had already solved the problem of creating the sensational

without the aid of facts. This sudden deluge, therefore, of undoubtedly tragical happenings became almost an

embarrassment to them. Black headlines, notes of exclamation, the use of superlative adjectives, scarcely met

the case. The murder of Mr. Hamilton Fynes was strange enough. Here was an unknown man, holding a

small position in his own country,a man apparently without friends or social position. He travelled over

from America, merely a unit amongst the host of other passengers; yet his first action, on arriving at

Liverpool, was to make use of privileges which belonged to an altogether different class of person, and

culminated in his arrival at Euston in a special train with a dagger driven through his heart! Here was material

enough for a least a fortnight of sensations and countersensations, of rumored arrests and strange theories.

Yet within the space of twentyfour hours the affair of Mr. Hamilton Fynes had become a small thing, had

shrunk almost into insignificance by the side of the other still more dramatic, still more wonderful happening.

Somewhere between the Savoy Hotel and Melbourne Square, Kensington, a young American gentleman of

great strength, of undoubted position, the nephew of a Minister, and himself secretary to the Ambassador of

his country in London, had met with his death in a still more mysterious, still more amazing fashion. He had

left the hotel in an ordinary taxicab, which had stopped on the way to pick up no other passenger. He had left

the Savoy alone, and he was discovered in Melbourne Square alone. Yet, somewhere between these two

points, notwithstanding the fact that the aggressor must have entered the cab either with or without his

consent, Mr. Richard Vanderpole, without a struggle, without any cry sufficiently loud to reach the driver or

attract the attention of any passerby, had been strangled to death by a person who had disappeared as though

from the face of the earth. The facts seemed almost unbelievable, and yet they were facts. The driver of the

taxi knew only that three times during the course of his drive he had been caught in a block and had had to

wait for a few secondsonce at the entrance to Trafalgar Square, again at the junction of Haymarket and

Pall Mall, and, for a third time, opposite the Hyde Park Hotel. At neither of these halting places had he heard

any one enter or leave the taxi. He had heard no summons from his fare, even though a tube, which was in

perfect working order, was fixed close to the back of his head. He had known nothing, in fact, until a

policeman had stopped him, having caught a glimpse of the ghastly face inside. There was no evidence which

served to throw a single gleam of light upon the affair. Mr. Vanderpole had called at the Savoy Hotel upon a

travelling American, who had written to the Embassy asking for some advice as to introducing American

patents into Great Britain and France. He left there to meet his chief, who was dining down in Kensington,

with the intention of returning at once to join the Duchess of Devenham's theatre party. He was in no manner

of trouble. It was not suggested that any one had any cause for enmity against him. Yet this attack upon him

must have been carefully planned and carried out by a person of great strength and wonderful nerve. The

newspaperreading public in London love their thrills, and they had one here which needed no artificial

embellishments from the pens of those trained in an atmosphere of imagination. The simple truth was, in

itself, horrifying. There was scarcely a man or woman who drove in a taxicab about the west end of London

The murder of Mr. Richard Vanderpole took place on a Thursday night. On Monday morning a gentleman of

middle age, fashionably but quietly dressed, wearing a flower in his buttonhole, patent boots, and a silk hat

which he had carefully deposited upon the floor, was sitting closeted with Miss Penelope Morse. It was

obvious that that young lady did not altogether appreciate the honor done to her by a visit from so

"I am sorry," he said, "that you should find my visit in the least offensive, Miss Morse. I have approached

you, so far as possible, as an ordinary visitor, and no one connected with your household can have any idea as

to my identity or the nature of my business. I have done this out of consideration to your feelings. At the

"What I cannot understand," Penelope said coldly, "is why you should bother me about your duty. When I

saw you at the Carlton Hotel, I told you exactly how much I knew of Mr. Hamilton Fynes."

"My dear young lady," Inspector Jacks said, "I will not ask for your sympathy, for I am afraid I should ask in

vain; but we are just now, we people at Scotland Yard, up against one of the most extraordinary problems

which have ever been put before us. We have had two murders occurring in two days, which have this much,

at least, in commonthat they have been the work of so accomplished a criminal that at the present moment,

although I should not like to tell every one as much, we have not in either case the ghost of a clue."

"Don't ask for a minute or two," the Inspector interrupted. "I think I remarked just now that these two crimes

had one thing in common, and that was the fact that they had both been perpetrated by a criminal of unusual

Penelope sat very still. She felt the steely eyes of the man who had chosen his seat so carefully, fixed upon

"That is what we are asking ourselves," Mr. Jacks continued. "In the absence of any definite clue,

coincidences such as this are always interesting. In this case, as it happens, we can take them even a little

further. We find that you, for instance, Miss Penelope Morse, a young American lady, celebrated for her wit

and accomplishments, and well known in London society, were to have lunched with Mr. Hamilton Fynes on

the day when he made his tragical arrival in London; we find too, curiously enough, that you were one of the

party with whom Mr. Richard Vanderpole was to have dined and gone to the theatre on the night of his

"Don't you think," she said, "that the shock of this coincidence, as you call it, has been quite sufficient,

"Madam," Mr. Jacks said, "I have not come here to gratify any personal curiosity. I have come here in the

cause of justice. You should find me a welcome visitor, for both these men who have lost their lives were

"I should be very sorry indeed," Penelope answered, "to stand in the way of justice. No one can hope more

fervently than I do that the perpetrator of these deeds will be found and punished. But what I cannot

understand is your coming here and reopening the subject with me. I tell you again that I have no possible

"Perhaps not," the Inspector declared, "but, on the other hand, there are certain questions which you can

answer me,answer them, I mean, not grudgingly and as though in duty bound,answer them intelligently,

"A theory, madam," the Inspector answered,"no more. But in this case, unfortunately, we have not passed

the stage of theories. My theory, at the present moment, is that the murderer of these two men was the same

"You have evidence to that effect," she said, suddenly surprised to find that her voice had sunk to a whisper.

"Very little," Mr. Jacks admitted; "but, you see, in the case of theories one must build them brick by brick.

Then if, after all, as we reach the end, the foundation was false, well, we must watch them collapse and start

"Supposing we leave these generalities," Penelope remarked, "and get on with those questions which you

wish to ask me. My aunt, as you may have heard, is an invalid, and although she seldom leaves her room, this

is one of the afternoons when she sometimes sits here for a short time. I should not care to have her find you."

The Inspector leaned back in his chair. It was a very pleasant drawing room, looking out upon the Park. A

little French clock, a masterpiece of workmanship, was ticking gayly upon the mantelpiece. Two toy

Pomeranians were half hidden in the great rug. The walls were of light blue, soft, yet full of color, and the

carpet, of some plain material, was of the same shade. The perfume of flowersthe faint sweetness of

mimosa and the sicklier fragrance of hyacinthsseemed almost overwhelming, for the fire was warm and

the windows closed. By the side of Penelope's chair were a new novel and a couple of illustrated papers, and

Mr. Jacks noticed that although a paper cutter was lying by their side the leaves of all were uncut.

"These questions," he said, "may seem to you irrelevant, yet please answer them if you can. Mr. Hamilton

Fynes, for instance,was he, to your knowledge, acquainted with Mr. Richard Vanderpole?"

"I have never heard them speak of one another," Penelope answered. "I should think it very unlikely."

"You have no knowledge of any common pursuit or interest in life which the two men may have shared?" the

Inspector asked. "A hobby, for instance,a collection of postage stamps, china, any common aim of any

"I knew little of Mr. Fynes' tastes. DickyI mean Mr. Vanderpolehad none at all except an enthusiasm for

"His profession," the Inspector repeated. "Mr. Vanderpole was attached to the American Embassy, was he

"Mr. Hamilton Fynes," the Inspector continued, "might almost have been said to have followed the same

"Surely not!" Penelope objected. "I always understood that Mr. Fynes was employed in a Government office

"I am not aware, as yet," he said, "of the precise nature of Mr. Fynes' occupation. I only knew that it was, in

"We have sent," the Inspector continued smoothly, "a special man out to Washington to make all inquiries

that are possible on the spot, and incidentally, to go through the effects of the deceased, with a view to tracing

"I am not, however," the Inspector continued, "very sanguine of success. In the case of Mr. Vanderpole, for

instance, there could have been nothing of the sort. He was too young, altogether too much of a boy, to have

had enemies so bitterly disposed towards him. There is another explanation somewhere, I feel convinced, at

"You do not believe, then," asked Penelope, "that robbery was really the motive?"

"Not ordinary robbery," Mr. Jacks answered. "A man who was capable of these two crimes is capable of

easier and greater things. I mean," he explained, "that he could have attempted enterprises of a far more

"Will you forgive me," she said, "if I ask you to go on with your questions, providing you have any more to

ask me? Notwithstanding the excellence of your disguise," she remarked with a faint curl of the lips, "I might

find it somewhat difficult to explain your presence if my aunt or any visitors should come in."

"I am sorry, Miss Morse," the Inspector said quietly, "to find you so unsympathetic. Had I found you

differently disposed, I was going to ask you to put yourself in my place. I was going to ask you to look at

these two tragedies from my point of view and from your own at the same time, and I was going to ask you

whether any possible motive suggested itself to you, any possible person or cause, which might be benefited

"If you think, Mr. Jacks," Penelope said, "that I am keeping anything from you, you are very much mistaken.

Such sympathy as I have would certainly be with those who are attempting to bring to justice the perpetrator

of such unmentionable crimes. What I object to is the unpleasantness of being associated with your inquiries

when I am absolutely unable to give you the least help, or to supply you with any information which is not

"You are a detective," Penelope said coldly. "You do not need me to point out certain things to you. Mr.

Hamilton Fynes was robbed and murderedan American citizen on his way to London. Mr. Richard

Vanderpole is also murdered, after a call upon Mr. James B. Coulson, the only acquaintance whom Mr. Fynes

is known to have possessed in this country. Did Mr. Fynes share secrets with Mr. Coulson? If so, did Mr.

Coulson pass them on to Mr. Vanderpole, and for that reason did Mr. Vanderpole meet with the same death,

"It is not my place to make suggestions to you," Penelope said. "If you are able to connect Mr. Fynes with the

American Government, you arrive at the possibility of these murders having been committed for some

Inspector Jacks smiled, picked up his hat and bowed, while Penelope, with a sigh of relief, moved over to the

"My dear young lady," he said, "you do not understand how important even the point of view of another

person is to a man who is struggling to build up a theory. Whether you have helped me as much as you

could," he added, looking her in the face, "you only can tell, but you have certainly helped me a little."

The footman had entered. The Inspector turned to follow him. Penelope remained as she had been standing,

the hand which had touched the bell fallen to her side, her eyes fixed upon him with a new light stirring their

"One moment, Morton," she said. "Wait outside. Mr. Jacks," she added, as the door closed, "what do you

The Inspector stood very still for a brief space of time, very still and very silent. His face, too, was quite

expressionless. Yet his tone, when he spoke, seemed to have taken to itself a note of sternness.

"If you had chosen," he said slowly, "to have become my ally in this matter, to have ranged yourself

altogether on the side of the law, my answer would have been ready enough. What you have told me,

however, you have told me against your will and not in actual words. You have told me in such a way, too,"

he added, "that it is impossible for me to doubt your intention to mislead me. I am forced to conclude that we

stand on opposite sides of the way. I shall not trouble you any more, Miss Morse."

He turned to the door. Penelope remained motionless for several moments, listening to his retreating

Mr. James B. Coulson settled down to live what was, to all appearance, a very inoffensive and ordinary life.

He rose a little earlier than was customary for an Englishman of business of his own standing, but he made up

for this by a somewhat prolonged visit to the barber, a breakfast which bespoke an unimpaired digestion, and

a cigar of more than ordinary length over his newspaper. At about eleven o'clock he went down to the city,

and returned sometimes to luncheon, sometimes at varying hours, never later, however, than four or five

o'clock. From that time until seven, he was generally to be found in the American bar, meeting old friends or

On the sixth day of his stay at the Savoy Hotel the waiter who looked after the bar smoking room accosted

"There's a gentleman here, Mr. Coulson, been asking after you," he announced. "I told him that you generally

Mr. Coulson glanced in the direction indicated. It was Mr. Jacks who awaited him in the cushioned easy

chair. For a single moment, perhaps, his lips tightened and the light of battle flashed in his face. Then he

crossed the room apparently himself again,an undistinguished, perfectly natural figure.

"It's Mr. Jacks, isn't it?" he asked, holding out his hand. "I thought I recognized you."

"I am sorry to trouble you again, Mr. Coulson," he said, "but if you could spare me just a minute or two, I

"You can have all you want of me from now till midnight," he declared. "My business doesn't take very long,

and I can only see the people I want to see in the middle of the day. After that, I don't mind telling you that I

find time hangs a bit on my hands. Try one of these," he added, producing a cigar case.

"Thank you very much," the Inspector said. "I will take a little Scotch whiskey and soda."

The two men sat down. The corner was a retired one, and there was no one within earshot.

"You know, I'm not making reflections," Mr. Coulson said, sticking his cigar in a corner of his mouth and

leaning back in a comfortable attitude, "but it does seem to me that you are none too rapid on this side in

clearing up these matters. Why, a little affair of that sort wouldn't take the police twenty minutes in New

York. We have a big city, full of alien quarters, full of hiding places, and chock full of criminals, but our

police catch em, all the same. There's no one going to commit murder in the streets of New York without

"I am not taking any, Mr. Coulson," the Inspector answered. "I must admit that there's a great deal of truth in

what you say. It is rather a reflection upon us that we have not as yet even made an arrest, but I think you will

"Well, as to that," he said, "and if we are to judge only by what we read in the papers, they are curious,

without a doubt. But I am not supposing for one moment that you fellows at Scotland Yard don't know more

than you've let on to the newspapers. You keep your discoveries out of the Press over here, and a good job,

too, but you wouldn't persuade me that you haven't some very distinct theory as to how that crime was

"We are perhaps not quite so ignorant as we seem," the Inspector answered, "and of course you are right

when you say that we have a few more facts to go by than have appeared in the newspapers. Still, the affair is

an extremely puzzling one,as puzzling, in its way," Mr. Jacks continued, "as the murder on the very next

Mr. Coulson nodded sympathetically. The drinks were brought, and he raised his glass to his guest.

"Here's luck!" he said"luck to you with your game of human chess, and luck to me with my woollen

machinery patents! You were speaking of that second murder," he remarked, setting down his glass. "I

"Not yet," the Inspector admitted. "To tell you the truth, we find it almost as puzzling an affair as the one in

Mr. Coulson nodded. He seemed content, at this stage in their conversation, to assume the role of listener.

"You read the particulars of the murder of Mr. Vanderpole, I suppose?" the Inspector asked.

"Every word," Mr. Coulson answered. "Most interesting thing I've seen in an English newspaper since I

landed. Didn't sound like London somehow. Gray old lawabiding place, my partner always calls it."

"I am going to be quite frank with you, Mr. Coulson," the Inspector continued. "I am going to tell you exactly

"Why, that's good," Mr. Coulson declared. "I like to know everything a man's got in his mind."

"I have come to you," the Inspector said, "because, by a somewhat curious coincidence, I find that, besides

your slight acquaintance with and knowledge of Mr. Hamilton Fynes, you were also acquainted with this Mr.

Richard Vanderpole,that you were," he continued, knocking the ash off his cigar and speaking a little more

slowly, "the last person, except the driver of the taxicab, to have seen him alive."

"Well," he said, "that is very simple. The taxicab started from here. Mr. Vanderpole had been visiting some

one in the hotel. There was not the slightest difficulty in ascertaining that the person for whom he asked, and

with whom he spent some twenty minutes in this very room, was Mr. James B. Coulson of New York."

"Seated on this very couch, sir!" Mr. Coulson declared, striking the arm of it with the flat of his

hand,"seated within a few feet of where you yourself are at this present moment."

"Naturally," he continued, "when I became aware of so singular an occurrence, I felt that I must lose no time

"Upon my word, when you come to think of it," he said, "it is a coincidence, sure! Two men murdered within

twentyfour hours, and I seem to have been the last person who knew them, to speak to either. Tell you what,

Mr. Jacks, if this goes on I shall get a bit scared. I think I shall let the London business alone and go on over

"I fancy your nerves," he remarked, "are quite strong enough to bear the strain. However, I am sure you will

not mind telling me exactly why Mr. Richard Vanderpole, Secretary to the American Embassy here, should

"Why, that's easy," Mr. Coulson replied. "You may have heard of my firm, The Coulson & Bruce Company

of Jersey City. I'm at the head of a syndicate that's controlling some very valuable patents which we want to

exploit on this side and in Paris. Now my people don't exactly know how we stand under this new patent bill

of Mr. Lloyd George's. Accordingly they wrote across to Mr. BlaineHarvey, putting the matter to him, and

asking him to give me his opinion the moment I arrived on this side. You see, it was no use our entering into

contracts if we had to build the plant and make the stuff over here. We didn't stand any earthly show of

making it pay that way. Well, Mr. Harvey cabled out that I was just to let him know the moment I landed, and

before I opened up any business. Sure enough, I called him up on the telephone, an hour or so after I got here,

and this young man came round. I can tell you he was all right, too,a fine, upstanding young fellow, and as

bright as they make em. He brought a written opinion with him as to how the law would affect our

Mr. Coulson was as good as his word. In less than the time mentioned he was seated again by his

companion's side with a square sheet of foolscap spread out upon the round table. The Inspector ran it

through hurriedly. The paper was stamped American Embassy,' and it was the digest of several opinions as to

the effect of the new patent law upon the import of articles manufactured under processes controlled by the

Coulson & Bruce syndicate. At the end there were a few lines in the Ambassador's own handwriting,

summing up the situation. Mr. Coulson produced another packet of letters and documents.

"If you've an hour or so to spare, Mr. Jacks," he said, "I'd like to go right into this with you, if it would

interest you any. It's my business over here, so naturally I am glad enough of an opportunity to talk it over."

"I am extremely obliged to you," he said. "I am sure I should find it most interesting. Another time I should

be very glad indeed to look through those specifications, but just now I have this affair of my own rather on

my mind. About this Mr. Richard Vanderpole, Mr. Coulson, then," he added. "Do I understand that this

"Absolutely," Mr. Coulson answered. "I never saw him before in my life. As decent a young chap as ever I

met with, all the same," he went on, "and comes of a good American stock, too. They tell me there's going to

be an inquest and that I shall be summoned, but I know nothing more than what I've told you. If I did, you'd

Mr. Jacks leaned back in his chair. Certainly the situation increased in perplexity! The man by his side was

talking now of the adaptation of one of his patents to some existing machinery, and Jacks watched him

covertly. He considered himself, to some extent, a physiognomist. He told himself it was not possible that

this man was playing a part. Mr. James B. Coulson sat there, the absolute incarnation of the genial man of

affairs, interested in his business, interested in the great subject of dollargetting, content with himself and

his position,a person apparently of little imagination, for the shock of this matter concerning which they

had been talking had already passed away. He was doing his best to explain with a pencil on the back of an

"Mr. Coulson," the Inspector said suddenly, "do you know a young lady named Miss Penelope Morse?"

It was here, perhaps, that Mr. Coulson sank a little from the heights of complete success. He repeated the

"Miss Penelope Morse," the Inspector continued. "She is a young American lady, who lives with an invalid

aunt in Park Lane, and who is taken everywhere by the Duchess of Devenham, another aunt, I believe."

"I suppose I may say that I am acquainted with her," Mr. Coulson admitted. "She came here the other evening

"She'd read that interview of mine with the Comet man," Mr. Coulson said, "and she fancied that perhaps I

"Sure!" Mr. Coulson answered. "As a matter of fact, I know very few of my compatriots over here. I am an

American citizen myself, and I haven't too much sympathy with any one, man or woman, who doesn't find

"Not a thing that she hadn't read in the Comet," Mr. Coulson replied. "What brought her into your mind,

"Nothing particular," the Inspector answered carelessly. "Well, Mr. Coulson, I won't take up any more of

your time. I am convinced that you have told me all that you know, and I am afraid that I shall have to look

"Stay and have another drink," Mr. Coulson begged. "I've nothing to do. There are one or two boys coming in

"I must be off," he said. "I want to get into my office before six o'clock. I dare say I shall be running across

He shook hands and turned away. Then Mr. Coulson made what was, perhaps, his second slight mistake.

"Say, Mr. Jacks," he exclaimed, "what made you mention that young lady's name, anyway? I'm curious to

The Inspector looked thoughtfully at the end of the fresh cigar which he had just lit.

"Well," he said, "I don't know that there was anything definite in my mind, only it seems a little strange that

you and Miss Penelope Morse should both have been acquainted with the murdered man and that you should

"Sort of bond between us, eh?" Mr. Coulson replied. "She seemed a very charming young lady. Cut above

"All your American young ladies who come over here are charming," he said. "Goodbye, Mr. Coulson, and

The Inspector passed out, and the man whom he had come to visit, after a moment's hesitation, resumed his

"These aren't American methods," he muttered to himself. "I don't understand them. That man Jacks is either

He crossed to a writing table and scribbled an unnecessary note, addressing it to a firm in the city. Then he

rang for a messenger boy and handed it to him for delivery. A few minutes afterwards he strolled out into the

hall. The boy was in the act of handing the note to one of the head porters, who carefully copied the address.

Mr. Robert BlaineHarvey, American Ambassador and Plenipotentiary Extraordinary to England, was a man

of great culture, surprising personal gifts, and with a diplomatic instinct which amounted almost to genius.

And yet there were times when he was puzzled. For at least half an hour he had been sitting in his great

library, looking across the Park, and trying to make up his mind on a very important matter. It seemed to him

that he was face to face with what amounted almost to a crisis in his career. His two years at the Court of St.

James had been pleasant and uneventful enough. The small questions which had presented themselves for

adjustment between the two countries were, after all, of no particular importance and were easily arranged.

The days seemed to have gone by for that overstrained sensitiveness which was continually giving rise to

senseless bickerings, when every trilling breeze seemed to fan the smouldering fires of jealousy. The two

great Englishspeaking nations appeared finally to have realized the absolute folly of continual disputes

between countries whose destiny and ideals were so completely in accord and whose interests were, in the

main, identical. A period of absolute friendliness had ensued. And now there had come this little cloud. It was

small enough at present, but Mr. Harvey was not the one to overlook its sinister possibilities. Two citizens of

his country had been barbarously murdered within the space of a few hours, one in the heart of the most

thickly populated capital in the world, and there was a certain significance attached to this fact which the

Ambassador himself and those others at Washington perfectly well realized. He glanced once more at the

most recent letter on the top of this pile of correspondence and away again out into the Park. It was a difficult

matter, this. His friends at Washington did not cultivate the art of obscurity in the words which they used, and

it had been suggested to him in black and white that the murder of these two men, under the particular

circumstances existing, was a matter concerning which he should speak very plainly indeed to certain August

personages. Mr. Harvey, who was a born diplomatist, understood the difficulties of such a proceeding a good

"It seems quite like old times to feel myself at home here once more," she declared.

Mr. Harvey did not pursue the subject. He was perfectly well aware that Penelope, who had been his first

wife's greatest friend, had never altogether forgiven him for his somewhat brief period of mourning. He drew

"I should not have sent for you," he said, "but I am really and honestly in a dilemma. Do you know that, apart

from endless cables, Washington has favored me with one hundred and forty pages of foolscap all about the

"Poor Dicky!" she murmured, looking away into the fire. "And to think that it was I who sent him to his

"No," he said, "I do not think that you need reproach yourself with that. As a matter of fact, I think that I

should have sent Dicky in any case. He is not so well known as the others, or rather he wasn't associated so

closely with the Embassy, and he was constantly at the Savoy on his own account. If I had believed that there

was any danger in the enterprise," he continued, "I should still have sent him. He was as strong as a young

Hercules. The hand which twisted that noose around his neck must have been the hand of a magician with

"I do not think," she said, "that I am a nervous person, but I cannot bear to think of it even now."

"Naturally," Mr. Harvey answered. "We were all fond of Dicky, and such a thing has never happened, so far

as I am aware, in any European country. My own private secretary murdered in broad daylight and with

"Not only that," he declared, "but the secrets of which he was robbed have gone to the one country interested

Penelope drew a little breath between her teeth. Her thoughts flashed back to a recent dinner party. The

Prince was once more at her side. Almost she could hear his voicelow, clear, and yet with that note of

inexpressible, convincing finality. She heard him speak of his country reverently, almost prayerfully; of the

sacrifices which true patriotism must always demand. What had been in his mind, she wondered, at the back

of his inscrutable eyes, gazing, even at that moment, past the banks of flowers, across the crowded room with

all its splendor of light and color, through the walls,whither! She brushed the thought away. It was absurd,

incredible! She was allowing herself to be led away by her old distrust of this man.

"I remarked just now," Mr. Harvey continued, "that such a thing had never happened, so far as I was aware,

in any European country. My own words seem to suggest something to me. These methods are not European.

"I think you had better go on," she said quietly. "There is something in your mind. I can see that. You have

"The contents of those despatches," Mr. Harvey continued, "intrusted in duplicate, as you have doubtless

surmised, to Fynes and to Coulson, contained an assurance that the sending of our fleet to the Pacific was in

fact, as well as in appearance, an errand of peace. It was a demonstration, pure and simple. Behind it there

may have lain, indeed, a masterful purpose, the determination of a great country to affirm her strenuous

existence in a manner most likely to impress the nations unused to seeing her in such a role. It became

necessary, in view of certain suspicions, for me to be able to prove to the Government here the absolutely

pacific nature of our great enterprise. Those despatches contained such proof. And now listen, Penelope.

Before the murder of poor Dicky Vanderpole, we know for a fact that a great nation who chooses to consider

herself our enemy in Eastern waters was straining every nerve to prepare for war. Today those preparations

have slackened. A great loan has been withdrawn in Paris, an invitation cabled to our fleet to visit Yokohama.

"Plain, indeed," Penelope assented, and she spoke in a low tone because there was fear in her heart. "Why

have you told me about them? They throw a new light upon everything,an awful light!"

"I have known you," the Ambassador said quietly, "since you were a baby. Every member of your family has

been a friend of mine. You come of a silent race. I know very well that you are a person of discretion. There

are certain small ways in which a government can occasionally be served by the help of some one outside its

diplomatic service altogether, some one who could not possibly be connected with it. You know this very

well, Penelope, because you have already been of service to us on more than one occasion."

"Not so very long," he reminded her. "But for the first of these tragedies, Fynes' despatches would have

In the somewhat cold spring sunlight which came streaming through the large window, Penelope seemed a

little pallid, as though, indeed, the fatigue of the season, even in this its earlier stages, were leaving its mark

upon her. There were violet rims under her eyes. A certain alertness seemed to have deserted her usually

piquant face. She sat listening with the air of one half afraid, who has no hope of hearing pleasant things.

"It has been remarked," Mr. Harvey continued, "or rather I may say that I myself have noticed, that you are

on exceedingly friendly terms with a very distinguished nobleman who is at present visiting this countryI

Her eyebrows were slowly elevated. Was that really the impression people had! Her lips just moved.

"I have met Prince Maiyo myself," Mr. Harvey continued, "and I have found him a charming representative

of his race. I am not going to say a word against him. If he were an American, we should be proud of him. If

he belonged to any other country, we should accept him at once for what he appears to be. Unfortunately,

however, he belongs to a country which we have some reason to mistrust. He belongs to a country in whose

national character we have not absolute confidence. For that reason, my dear Penelope, we mistrust Prince

"I do not know him so well as you seem to imagine," Penelope said slowly. "We are not even friends, in the

ordinary acceptation of the word. I am, to some extent, prejudiced against him. Yet I do not believe that he is

"Nor do I," the Ambassador declared smoothly. "Yet in every country, almost in every man, the exact

standard of dishonor varies. A man will lie for a woman's sake, and even in the law courts, certainly at his

clubs and amongst his friends, it will be accounted to his righteousness. A patriot will lie and intrigue for his

country's sake. Now I believe that to Prince Maiyo Japan stands far above the whole world of womankind. I

"The Prince is over here on some sort of an errand which it isn't our business to understand," Mr. Harvey

said. "I have heard it rumored that it is a special mission entirely concerned with the renewal of the treaty

between England and Japan. However that may be, I have sat here, and I have thought, and I have come to

this conclusion, ridiculous though it may seem to you at first. I believe that somewhere behind the hand

which killed and robbed Hamilton Fynes and poor Dicky stood the benevolent shadow of our friend Prince

"No proof at all," the Ambassador admitted. "I am scarcely in a position to search for any. The conclusion I

have come to has been simply arrived at through putting a few facts together and considering them in the

light of certain events. In the first place, we cannot doubt that the secret of those despatches reached at once

the very people whom we should have preferred to remain in ignorance of them. Haven't I told you of the

sudden cessation of the war alarm in Japan, when once she was assured, by means which she could not

mistrust, that it was not the intention of the American nation to make war upon her? The subtlety of those

murders, and the knowledge by which they were inspired, must have come from some one in an altogether

unique position. You may be sure that no one connected with the Japanese Embassy here would be permitted

for one single second to take part in any such illegal act. They know better than that, these wily Orientals.

They will play the game from Grosvenor Place right enough. But Prince Maiyo is here, and stands apart from

any accredited institution, although he has the confidence of his Ambassador and can command the entire

devotion of his own secret service. I have not come to this conclusion hastily. I have thought it out, step by

step, and in my own mind I am now absolutely convinced that both these murders were inspired by Prince

"Even if this were so," Penelope said, "what can I do? Why have you sent for me? The Prince and I are not on

especially friendly terms. It is only just lately that we have been decently civil to one another."

"My dear Penelope," he said, "I have seen you together the last three or four evenings. The Prince looks at no

one else while you are there. He talks to you, I know, more freely than to any other woman."

"Things have changed a little between us, perhaps," Penelope said. "What is it that you really want?"

"I want to know this," the Ambassador said slowly. "I want to know how Japan became assured that America

had no intention of going to war with her. In other words, I want to know whether those papers which were

stolen from Fynes and poor Dicky found their way to the Japanese Embassy or into the hands of Prince

"Yes," Mr. Harvey replied, "there is something else. I should like to know what attitude Prince Maiyo takes

towards the proposed renewal of the treaty between his country and Great Britain."

"Even if we were friends," she said, "the very closest of friends, he would never tell me. He is far too clever."

"Do not be too sure," Mr. Harvey said. "Sometimes a man, especially an Oriental, who does not understand

the significance of your sex in these matters, can be drawn on to speak more freely to a woman than he would

ever dream of doing to his best friend. He would not tell you in as many words, of course. On the other hand,

"That is why I sent for you to come immediately. You will see him tonight at Devenham House."

"With all the rest of the world," she answered, "but a man is not likely to talk confidentially under such

"It is only a chance, of course," he admitted, "but remember that you know more than any other person in this

country except myself. It would be impossible for the Prince to give you credit for such knowledge. A casual

Penelope held out her hand. The servant for whom the Ambassador had rung was already in the room.

"I will try," she promised. "Ask Mrs. Harvey to excuse my going up to see her this afternoon. I have another

"Oh, yes!"she answered with a queer little laugh, "I shall do that. But I don't think that even you quite

The perfume of countless roses, the music of the finest band in Europe, floated through the famous white

ballroom of Devenham House. Electric lights sparkled from the ceiling, through the pillared way the

ceaseless splashing of water from the fountains in the winter garden seemed like a soft undernote to the

murmur of voices, the musical peals of laughter, the swirl of skirts, and the rhythm of flying feet.

Penelope stood upon the edge of the ballroom, her hand resting still upon her partner's arm. She wore a dress

of dull rosecolor, a soft, clinging silk, which floated about her as she danced, a creation of Paquin's, daring

but delightful. Her eyes were very full and soft. She was looking her best, and knew it. Nevertheless, she was

just at the moment, a little DISTRAIT. She was watching the brilliant scene with a certain air of abstraction,

"Jolly well every one looks tonight," her partner, who was Sir Charles, remarked. "All the women seem to be

"Even the Prince," Penelope said thoughtfully, "must find some reflection of the philosophy of his own

country in such a scene as this. For the last fortnight we have been surfeited with horrors. We have had to go

through all sorts of nameless things," she added, shivering slightly, "and tonight we dance at Devenham

House. We dance, and drink champagne, and marvel at the flowers, as though we had not a care in the world,

"The Prince again!" he said, half protesting. "He seems to be a great deal in your thoughts lately, Penelope."

"Why not?" she answered. "It is something to meet a person whom one is able to dislike. Nowadays the

"Leaving the Prince out of the question," he continued, "what you say is true enough. Only a few days ago,

you had to attend that awful inquest, and the last time I saw dear old Dicky Vanderpole, he was looking

"It seems callous of us to have come," Penelope declared. "And yet, if we hadn't, what difference would it

have made? Every one else would have been here. Our absence would never have been noticed, and we

"Can't say I find much to grumble at myself," Sir Charles said cheerfully. "I'm frightfully sorry about poor

old Dicky, of course, and every other decent fellow who doesn't get his show. But, after all, it's no good being

"Not yet," Penelope replied. "Wait till the crowd thins a little. Tell me what you have been doing today?"

"Pretty strenuous time," Sir Charles remarked. "Up at nine, played golf at Ranelagh all morning, lunched

down there, back to my rooms and changed, called on my tailor, went round to the club, had one game of

The faint sarcasm which lurked beneath her question passed unnoticed. Sir Charles smiled goodhumoredly.

"Not quite," he answered. "I dined at the Carlton with Bellairs and some men from Woolwich and we had a

box at the Empire to see the new ballet. Jolly good it was, too. Will you come one night, if I get up a party?"

They passed into the great ballroom, the finest in London, brilliant with its magnificent decorations of real

flowers, its crowd of uniformed men and beautiful women, its soft yet everpresent throbbing of wonderful

music. At the further end of the room, on a slightly raised dais, still receiving her guests, stood the Duchess of

Devenham. Penelope gave a little start as they saw who was bowing over her hand.

She had suddenly grown absent. She had the air of scarcely hearing what he said.

He led her toward the winter garden. They sat by a fountain, listening to the cool play of the water.

"Penelope," Somerfield said a little awkwardly, "I don't want to presume, you know, nor to have you think

that I am foolishly jealous, but you have changed towards me the last few weeks, haven't you?"

"The last few weeks," she answered, "have been enough to change me toward any one. All the same, I wasn't

"I always thought," he continued after a moment's hesitation, "that there was so much prejudice in your

"Nothing, except that it is a prejudice which you do not seem to share," he remarked.

"In a way I do share it," she declared, "but there are exceptions, sometimes very wonderful exceptions."

"Prince Maiyo, for instance," he said bitterly. "Yet a fortnight ago I could have sworn that you hated him."

"I think that I do hate him," Penelope affirmed. "I try to. I want to. I honestly believe that he deserves my

"He has dared nothing that he ought not to," Penelope interrupted. "His manners are altogether too perfect. It

is the chill faultlessness of the man which is so depressing. Can't you understand," she added, speaking in a

She gripped his sleeve warningly. There was suddenly the murmur of voices and the trailing of skirts. A little

party seemed to have invaded the winter gardena little party of the principal guests. The Duchess herself

came first, and her fingers were resting upon the arm of Prince Maiyo. She stopped to speak to Penelope, and

turned afterwards to Somerfield. Prince Maiyo held out his hand for Penelope's programme.

"You will spare me some dances?" he pleaded. "I come late, but it is not my fault."

"Our first dance, then, is number 10," he said. "It is the next but one. I shall find you here, perhaps?"

"Greatly," the Prince answered. "She is natural, she has grace, and she has what I do not find so much in this

"It is an excellent word," the Duchess answered. "I am inclined to agree with you. Her aunt, with whom she

lives, is a confirmed invalid, so she is a good deal with me. Her mother was my halfsister."

"Naturally," the Duchess answered. "Sir Charles, poor fellow, is a hopeless victim. I should not be surprised

The Prince looked behind for a moment; then he stopped to admire a magnificent orchid.

"I am afraid," she answered, "that I should have given him eight if he had asked for them."

"No!" she answered. "My aunt is quite happy without me, and I should prefer to remain here."

"And what do you mean by asking me what I mean by it?" she replied. "You haven't any especial right that I

There was a short silence. She turned away; she felt that she was suddenly surrounded by a cloud of passion.

"All the more reason why you should wait until the right time," she insisted. "Be patient for a little longer, do.

Just now I feel that I need a friend more than I have ever needed one before. Don't let me lose the one I value

most. In a few weeks' time you shall say whatever you like, and, at any rate, I will listen to you. Will you be

"I am dancing this with Captain Wilmot," she said. "Will you come and bring me back here afterwards,

The Prince found her alone in the winter garden, for Somerfield, when he had seen him coming, had stolen

away. He came towards her quickly, with the smooth yet impetuous step which singled him out at once as

unEnglish. He had the whole room to cross to come to her, and she watched him all the way. The corners of

his lips were already curved in a slight smile. His eyes were bright, as one who looks upon something which

he greatly desires. Slender though his figure was, his frame was splendidly knit, and he carried himself as one

of the aristocrats of the world. As he approached, she scanned his face curiously. She became critical,

anxiously but ineffectively. There was not a feature in his face with which a physiognomist could have found

"Dear young lady," he said, bowing low, "I come to you very humbly, for I am afraid that I am a deceiver. I

shall rob you of your pleasure, I fear. I have put my name down for four dances, and, alas! I do not dance."

"And I," she said, "am weary of dancing. One does nothing else, night after night. We will talk."

"Talk or be silent," he answered softly. "Myself I believe that you are in need of silence. To be silent together

"You have suffered where you should not have suffered," he assented gravely. "I do not like your laws at all.

At what they called the inquest your presence was surely not necessary! You were a woman and had no place

"Life to me just now," he continued, "is so much a matter of comparison. It is for that, indeed, that I am here.

You see, I have lived nearly all my life in my own country and only a very short time in Europe. Then my

mother was an English lady, and my father a Japanese nobleman. Always I seem to be pulled two different

ways, to be struggling to see things from two different points of view. But there is one subject in which I

"I do not think," he said, "that the rougher and more strenuous paths of life were meant to be trodden by your

sex. Please do not misunderstand me," he went on earnestly. "I am not thinking of the paths of literature and

of art, for there the perceptions of your sex are so marvellously acute that you indeed may often lead where

She was suddenly conscious of a shiver which seemed to spread from her heart throughout her limbs. She sat

"I mean," he continued, "the paths which a man must tread who seeks to serve his country or his

household,the everyday life in which sometimes intrigue or force is necessary. Do you agree with me,

"That is why," he added, "it was painful to me to see you stand there before those men, answering their

questions,men whose walk in life was different, of an order removed from yours, who should not even

have been permitted to approach you upon bended knees. Do not think that I am suggesting any fault to

youdo not think that I am forcing your confidence in any way. But these are the thoughts which came to

She was silent. They listened together to the splashing of the water. What was the special gift, she wondered,

which gave this man such insight? She felt her heart beating; she was conscious that he was looking at her.

He knew already that it was through her medium that those despatches which never reached London were to

have been handed on to their destination! He must know that she was to some extent in the confidence of her

country's Ambassador! Perhaps he knew, too, those other thoughts which were in her mind,knew that it

had been her deliberate intent to deceive him, to pluck those secrets which he carried with him, even from his

heart! What a fool she had been to dream, for a moment, of measuring her wits against his!

"After all," he said, "you must think it strange of me to be so egotisticalto speak all the time so much of my

"You have found me an interesting subject for investigation perhaps?" she asked, looking up suddenly.

"You possess gifts," he admitted calmly, "which one does not find amongst the womenfolk of my country,

nor can I say that I have found them to any extent amongst the ladies of the English Court."

"You are a law to yourself, Miss Morse," he said. "What one would not admire in others seems natural

enough in you. You have brains and you have insight. For that reason I have been with you a little

outspoken,for that reason and another which I think you know of. You see, my time over here grows

nearer to an end with every day. Soon I must carry away with me, over the seas, all the delightful memories,

the friendships, the affections, which have made this country such a pleasant place for me."

"Very soon," he answered. "My work is nearly finished, if indeed I may dignify it by the name of work. Then

"There are many chances in life," he answered. "I am the servant of the Emperor and my country."

"There is no hope, then," she continued, "of your settling down here altogether?"

For once the marble immobility of his features seemed disturbed. He looked at her in honest amazement.

He smiled with the air of one who is forced to humor a person of limited vision.

"With them it is, alas! a matter of necessity," he said. "It is very hard indeed to make you understand over

here how we feel about such things,there seems to be a different spirit amongst you Western races, a

different spirit or a lack of spiritI do not know which I should say. But in Japan the love of our country is a

passion which seems to throb with every beat of our hearts. If we leave her, it is for her good. When we go

"Tell me in what way?" she begged. "You have been studying English customs, their methods of education,

He turned his head slowly and looked into her eyes. She bore the ordeal well, but she never forgot it. It

seemed to her afterwards that he must have read every thought which had flashed through her brain. She felt

like a little child in the presence of some mysterious being, thoughts of whom had haunted her dreams, now

"My dear young lady," he said, "please do not ask me too much, for I love to speak the truth, and there are

many things which I may not tell. Only you must understand that the country I lovemy own

countrymust enter soon upon a new phase of her history. We who look into the future can see the great

clouds gathering. Some of us must needs be pioneers, must go forward a little to learn our safest, and best

"And now," he added, leaving his seat as though with reluctance, "the Duchess reminded me, above all

things, that directly I found you I was to take you to supper. One of your royal princes has been good enough

"I arranged it with her," he answered. "My time draws soon to an end and I am to be spoilt a little."

They crossed the ballroom together and mounted the great stairs. Somethingshe never knew quite what it

wasprompted her to detain him as they paused on the threshold of the supper room.

"You do not often read the papers, Prince," she said. "Perhaps you have not seen that, after all, the police

"Some little doctor in a village near Willington, where the line passes, has come forward with a story about

He was very silent. It seemed to her that there was something strange about the immovability of his features.

She looked at him wonderingly. Then it suddenly flashed upon her that this was his way of showing emotion.

Her lips parted. The color seemed drawn from her cheeks. The majordomo of the Duchess stood before them

"Will you allow me to precede you through the crush?" he said. "We are to go this way."

After the supper there were obligations which the Prince, whose sense of etiquette was always strong, could

not avoid. He took Penelope back to her aunt, reminding her that the next dance but one belonged to him.

Miss Morse, who was an invalid and was making one of her very rare appearances in Society, watched him

"I wonder what they'd think of your new admirer in New York, Penelope," she remarked.

Miss Morse, who was a New Englander of the oldfashioned type, opened her lips, but something in her

"Well, at any rate," she said, "I hope we don't go to war with them. The Admiral wrote me, a few weeks ago,

"It would be a terrible complication," the Duchess sighed, "especially considering our own alliance with

Japan. I don't think we need consider it seriously, however. Over in America you people have too much

"The Government have, very likely," Miss Morse admitted, "but it isn't always the Government who decide

things or who even rule the country. We have an omnipotent Press, you know. All that's wanted is a weak

"Of course," the Duchess remarked, "Prince Maiyo is half an Englishman. His mother was a StrettonWynne.

One of the first intermarriages, I should think. Lord StrettonWynne was Ambassador to Japan."

"I think," said Penelope, "that if you could look into Prince Maiyo's heart you would not find him half an

"I have heard it whispered," the Duchess remarked, leaning forward, "that he is over here on an exceedingly

serious mission. One thing is quite certain. No one from his country, or from any other country, for that

matter, has ever been so entirely popular amongst us. He has the most delightful manners of any man I ever

Sir Charles came up, with gloomy face, to claim a dance. After it was over, he led Penelope back to her aunt

The Prince smiled pleasantly at the young man, who towered like a giant above him, and noticed at once his

"I am selfish!" he exclaimed, pausing with Penelope's hand upon his coat sleeve. "I am taking you too much

away from your friends, and spoiling your pleasure, perhaps, because I do not dance. Is it not so? It is your

They found their old seats unoccupied. Once more they sat and listened to the fall of the water.

"Prince," said Penelope, "there is one thing I have learned about you this evening, and that is that you do not

"You spoke, a little time ago," she continued, "of some great crisis with which your country might soon come

face to face. Might I ask you this: were you thinking of war with the United States?"

"Dear Miss Penelope," he said,"may I call you that? Forgive me if I am too forward, but I hear so many of

"Let me remind you, then, of what we were saying a little time ago," he went on. "You will not take offence?

You will understand, I am sure. Those things that lie nearest to my heart concerning my country are the

"Miss Penelope," he said, "you yourself are a daughter of that country of which we have been speaking."

"You think, then," she asked, "that I put my country before everything else in the world?"

"I believe, " he answered, "that you would. Your country is too young to be wholly degenerate. It is true that

you are a nation of fused racesa strange medley of people, but still you are a nation. I believe that in time

"And therefore," he continued with a delightful smile, "I shall not discuss my hopes or fears with you. Or if

we do discuss them," he went on, "let us weave them into a fairy tale. Let us say that you are indeed the

Daughter of All America and that I am the Son of All Japan. You know what happens in fairyland when two

"Why, the Daughter of All America and the Son of All Japan stand hand in hand before their people, and as

they plight their troth, all bitter feelings pass away, the shouts of anger cease, and there is no more talk of

She sighed, and leaned a little towards him. Her eyes were soft and dusky, her red lips a little parted.

There was a breathless silence. The water splashed into the basin, the music came throbbing in through the

flowerhung doorways. It seemed to Penelope that she could almost hear her heart beat. The blood in her

veins was dancing to the one perfect waltz. The moments passed. She drew a little breath and ventured to

look at him. His face was still and white, as though, indeed, it had been carved out of marble, but the fire in

"We have actually been talking nonsense," she said, "and I thought that you, Prince, were far too serious."

"We were talking fairy tales," he answered, "and they are not nonsense. Do not you ever read the history of

your country as it was many hundreds of years ago, before this ugly thing they call civilization weakened the

sinews of our race and besmirched the very face of duty? Do you not like to read of the times when life was

simpler and more natural, and there was space for every man to live and grow and stretch out his hands to the

skies,every man and every woman? They call them, in your literature, the days of romance. They existed,

too, in my country. It is not nonsense to imagine for a little time that the ages between have rolled away and

He raised her fingers to his lips and kissed them. The touch of his hand, the absolute delicacy of the salute

Somerfield, sullen and discontented, came and looked at them, moved away, and then hesitatingly returned.

"Willmott is waiting for you," he said. "The last was my dance, and this is his."

"If it must be so," he answered. "Tell me, Miss Penelope," he added, "may I ask your aunt or the Duchess to

bring you one day to my house to see my treasures? I cannot say how long I shall remain in this country. I

"Of course we will," she answered. "My aunt goes nowhere, but the Duchess will bring me, I am sure. Ask

She nodded. There were three engagements for the next day of which she took no heed.

Prince Maiyo left Devenham House to find the stars paling in the sky, and the light of an April dawn breaking

through the black clouds eastwards. He dismissed his electric brougham with a little wave of the hand, and

turned to walk to his house in St. James's Square. As he walked, he bared his head. After the long hours of

artificially heated rooms, there was something particularly soothing about the fresh sweetness of the early

spring morning. There was something, it seemed to him, which reminded him, however faintly, of the

mornings in his own land,the perfume of the flowers from the windowboxes, perhaps, the absence of that

hideous roar of traffic, or the faint aromatic scent from the lime trees in the Park, heavy from recent rain. It

was the quietest hour of the twentyfour,the hour almost of dawn. The night wayfarers had passed away,

the great army of toilers as yet slumbered. One sadeyed woman stumbled against him as he walked slowly

up Piccadilly. He lifted his hat with an involuntary gesture, and her laugh changed into a sob. He turned

round, and emptied his pockets of silver into her hand, hurrying away quickly that his eyes might not dwell

"A coward always," he murmured to himself, a little wearily, for he knew where his weakness lay,an

invincible repugnance to the ugly things of life. As he passed on, however, his spirits rose again. He caught a

breath of lilac scent from a closed florist's shop. He looked up to the skies, over the housetops, faintly blue,

growing clearer every moment. Almost he fancied that he looked again into the eyes of this strange girl,

recalled her unexpected yet delightful frankness, which to him, with his love of abstract truth, was, after all,

so fascinating. Oh, there was much to be said for this Western world!much to be said for those whose part

it was to live in it! Yet, never so much as during that brief night walk through the silent streets, did he realize

how absolutely unfitted he was to be even a temporary sojourner in this vast city. What would they say of

him if they knew,of him, a breaker of their laws, a guest, and yet a sinner against all their conventions; a

guest, and yet one whose hand it was which would strike them, some day or other, the great blow! What

would she think of him? He wondered whether she would realize the truth, whether she would understand.

Almost as he asked himself the question, he smiled. To him it seemed a strange proof of the danger in which

a weaker man would stand of passing under the yoke of this hateful Western civilization. To dream of

heryes! To see her face shining upon him from every beautiful place, to feel the delight of her presence

with every delicious sensation,the warmth of the sunlight, the perfume of the blossoms he loved! There

was joy in this, the joy of the artist and the lover. But to find her in his life, a real person, a daughter of this

new world, whose every instinct would be at war with histhat way lay slavery! He brushed the very

As he reached the door of his house in St. James' Square, it opened slowly before him. He had brought his

own servants from his own country, and in their master's absence sleep was not for them. His butler spoke to

him in his own language. The Prince nodded and passed on. On his study tablea curious note of

modernism where everything seemed to belong to a bygone worldwas a cablegram. He tore it open. It

consisted of one word only. He let the thin paper fall fluttering from his fingers. So the time was fixed!

Then Soto came gliding noiselessly into the room, fully dressed, with tireless eyes but wan face,Soto, the

prototype of his master, the most perfect secretary and servant evolved through all the years.

"Master," he said, "there has been trouble here. An Englishman came with this card."

"The man asked questions," Soto continued. "We spoke English so badly that he was puzzled. He went away,

The Prince smiled, and laid his hand almost caressingly upon the other's shoulder.

"Your rooms, Prince, are wonderful," Penelope said to him. "I knew that you were a man of taste, but I did

"In my country," he answered, "there are no millionaires. The money which we have, however, we spend,

perhaps a little differently. But, indeed, none of my treasures here have cost me anything. They have come to

me through more generations than I should care to reckon up. The bronze idol, for instance, upon my writing

case is four hundred years old, to my certain knowledge, and my tapestries were woven when in this country

"What I admire more than anything," the Duchess declared, "is your beautiful violet tone."

"I am glad," he answered, "that you like my coloring. Some people have thought it sombre. To me dark

"Everything about the whole place is restful," Penelope said,"your servants with their quaint dresses and

slippered feet, your thick carpets, the smell of those strange burning leaves, and, forgive me if I say so, your

closed windows. I suppose in time I should have a headache. For a little while it is delicious."

"Fresh air is good," he said, "but the air that comes from your streets does not seem to me to be fresh, nor do I

like the roar of your great city always in my ears. Here I cut myself off, and I feel that I can think. Duchess,

you must try those preserved fruits. They come to me from my own land. I think that the secret of preserving

them is not known here. You see, they are packed with rose leaves and lemon plant. There is a golden fig,

Miss Penelope,the fruit of great knowledge, the magical fruit, too, they say. Eat that and close your eyes

and you can look back and tell us all the wonders of the past. That is to say," he added with a faint smile, "if

"But the magic never does work," she protested with a little sigh, "and I am not in the least interested in the

"Surely that is easier," he answered. "Over the past we have lost our control,what has been must remain to

"That sounds so reasonable," the Duchess declared, "and it is so absolutely false. No one can do what they

"It depends a good deal, does it not," he said, "upon ourselves? Miss Penelope is the daughter of a country

which is still young, which has all its future before it, and which, has proclaimed to the world its fixed

intention of controlling its own destinies. She, at any rate, should have imbibed the national spirit. You are

looking at my curtains," he added, turning to Penelope. "Let me show you the figures upon them, and I will

He led her to the window, and explained to her for some moments the story of the faded images which

represented one chapter out of the mythology of his country. And then she stopped him.

"Always," she said, "you and I seem to be talking of things that are dead and past, or of a future which is out

"Of this very moment, if you will," she answered. "Your fairy tale the other night was wonderful, but it was a

The Prince was summoned away somewhat abruptly to bid farewell to a little stream of departing guests.

Today, more than ever, he seemed to belong, indeed to the world of real and actual things, for a cousin of his

mother's, a Lady StrettonWynne, was helping him receive his guestshis own aunt, as Penelope told

herself more than once, struggling all the time with a vague incredulity. When he was able to rejoin her, she

"Show me the mystery of this lock," she begged. "I have been trying to open it ever since you went away.

He smiled, and taking the box from her hands, touched a little spring. Almost at once the lid flew open.

"No," she exclaimed, "there is something there! See!" She thrust in her hand and drew out a small, curiously

shaped dagger of fine blue steel and a roll of silken cord. She held them up to him.

"What are these?" she asked. "Are they symbolsthe cord and the knife of destiny?"

He took them gently from her hand and replaced them in the box. She heard the lock go with a little click,

Almost as the words left her lips, she understood. His face was inscrutable, but his very silence was ominous.

She remembered a drawing in one of the halfpenny papers, the drawing of a dagger found in a horrible place.

She remembered the description of that thin silken cord, and she began to tremble.

"I did not know that anything was in the box," he said calmly. "I am sorry if its contents have alarmed you."

She scarcely heard his words. The room seemed wheeling round with her, the floor unsteady beneath her feet.

The atmosphere of the place had suddenly become horrible,the faint odor of burning leaves, the pictures,

almost like caricatures, which mocked her from the walls, the grinning idols, the strangely shaped weapons in

their cases of black oak. She faltered as she crossed the room, but recovered herself.

The Duchess was more than ready. She rose promptly. The Prince walked with them to the door and handed

"It has been so nice of you," he said to the Duchess, "to honor my bachelor abode. I shall often think of your

"My dear Prince," the Duchess declared, "it has been most interesting. Really, I found it hard to believe, in

that charming room of yours, that we had not actually been transported to your wonderful country."

Penelope's hands were within her muff. She was talking some nonsenseshe scarcely knew what, but her

eyes rested everywhere save on the face of her host. Somehow or other she reached the door, ran down the

steps and threw herself into a corner of the brougham. Then, for the first time, she allowed herself to look

behind. The door was already closed, but between the curtains which his hands had drawn apart, Prince

Maiyo was standing in the room which they had just quitted, and there was something in the calm impassivity

of his white, stern face which seemed to madden her. She clenched her hands and looked away.

"Really, I was not so much bored as I had feared," the Duchess remarked composedly. "That StrettonWynne

woman generally gets on my nerves, but her nephew seemed to have a restraining effect upon her. She didn't

tell me more than once about her husband's bad luck in not getting Canada, and she never even mentioned her

girls. But I do think, Penelope," she continued, "that I shall have to talk to you a little seriously. There's the

bestlooking and richest young bachelor in London dying to marry you, and you won't have a word to say to

him. On the other hand, after starting by disliking him heartily, you are making yourself almost conspicuous

with this fascinating young Oriental. I admit that he is delightful, my dear Penelope, but I think you should

ask yourself whether it is quite worth while. Prince Maiyo may take home with him many Western treasures,

The Duchess, being a woman of tact, laughed the subject away and pretended not to notice Penelope's real

distress. But when they had reached Devenham House, she went to the telephone and called up Somerfield.

"Be careful what you are saying," she continued, "because it isn't any one who wants you to take them out to

"The worst of having a distinctive voice," she sighed. "Listen. I want to speak to you."

"I am listening hard," Somerfield answered. "Hold the instrument a little further away from you,that's

"I know," he assented. "I was asked, but I didn't see the fun of it. It puts my back up to see Penelope

"Well, listen to what I have to say," the Duchess went on. "Something happened thereI don't know

whatto upset Penelope very much. She never spoke a word coming home, and she has gone straight up to

her room and locked herself in. Somehow or other the Prince managed to offend her. I am sure of that,

"I'm beastly sorry," Somerfield answered. "I meant to say that I was jolly glad to hear it."

"I didn't quite hear what you said before," she said severely. "Perhaps it is just as well. I rang up to say that

you had better come round and dine with us tonight. You will probably find Penelope in a more reasonable

Dinner at Devenham House that evening was certainly a domestic meal. Even the Duke was away, attending

a political gathering. Penelope was pale, but otherwise entirely her accustomed self. She talked even more

than usual, and though she spoke of a headache, she declined all remedies. To Somerfield's surprise, she

made not the slightest objection when he followed her into the library after dinner.

"Penelope," he said, "something has gone wrong. Won't you tell me what it is? You look worried."

"No!" she cried. "No!" don't mention his name, please! I don't want to hear his name again just now."

"For my part," Somerfield said bitterly, "I never want to hear it again as long as I live!"

"On any," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with joy. "Penelope, it sounds too good to be true. You can't be

"I am," she declared. "I will marry you if you will see that our engagement is announced everywhere

tomorrow, and that you do not ask me for anything at all, mind, not evennot anythingfor three months'

time, at least. Promise that until then you will not let me hear the sound of the word marriage?"

Once more Penelope found herself in the library of the great house in Park Lane, where Mr. BlaineHarvey

presided over the interests of his country. This time she came as an uninvited, even an unexpected guest. The

Ambassador, indeed, had been fetched away by her urgent message from the reception rooms, where his wife

"I have not much to say to you, Mr. Harvey," she said. "There is just something which I have discovered and

which you ought to know. I want to tell it you as quickly as possible and get away."

"You are sure that you will not sit down?" he persisted. "You know how interesting this is to me."

"To me," she said, "it is terrible. My only desire is to tell you and have finished with it. You remember, when

I was here last, you told me that it was your firm belief that somewhere behind the hand which murdered

"I have talked with the Prince several times since our conversation," Penelope continued. "So far as any

information which he gave me or seemed likely to give me, I might as well have talked in a foreign language.

But in his house, the day before yesterday, in his own library, hidden in a casket which opened only with a

"A roll of silken cord," Penelope said, "such as was used to strangle poor Dicky, and a strangely shaped

dagger exactly like the picture of the one with which Hamilton Fynes was stabbed."

"He was with me," Penelope answered. "He even, at my request, opened the casket. He must have forgotten

"Nothing," Penelope declared. "It was not necessary. I saw his face. He knows that I understand. It may have

been some one else connected with the house, of course, but the main fact is beyond all doubt. Those murders

"Penelope," he said, "you have only confirmed what I felt must be so, but even then the certainty of it is

"I have told you the truth," she said. "Make what use of it you will. There is one other thing, perhaps, which I

"I have just been given to understand as much," he said. "At present he is to be met with every day. I believe

"Where I ought to be," Penelope said, turning toward the door, "only I felt that I must see you first."

"I will not come with you," Mr. Harvey said. "There is no need for our little conference to become the subject

of comment. By the bye," he added, "let me take this opportunity of wishing you every happiness. I haven't

seen Somerfield yet, but he is a lucky fellow. As an American, however, I cannot help grudging another of

"Thank you very much," she said. "It is all rather in the air, at present, you know. We are not going to be

"When it comes off," the Ambassador said, "I am going to talk to the Duchess and Miss Morse. I think that I

Penelope made her way into Mrs. BlaineHarvey's reception rooms, crowded with a stream of guests, who

were sitting about, drinking tea and listening to the music, passing in and out all the time. Curiously enough,

almost the first person whom she saw was the Prince. He detached himself from a little group and came at

once towards her. He took her hand in his and for a moment said nothing. Notwithstanding the hours of

strenuous consideration, the hours which she had devoted to anticipating and preparing for this meeting, she

felt her courage suddenly leaving her, a sinking at the knees, a wild desire to escape, at any cost. The color

which had been so long denied her streamed into her cheeks. There was something baffling, yet curiously

She did not pretend to misunderstand him. It was amazing that he should ignore that other tragical incident,

that he should think of nothing but this! Yet, in a way, she accepted it as a natural thing.

"I must wish you every happiness," he said slowly. "Indeed, that wish comes from my heart, and I think that

you know it. As for Sir Charles Somerfield, I cannot imagine that he has anything left in the world to wish

"You are a born courtier, Prince," she murmured. "Please remember that in my democratic country one has

"Your country," he remarked, "prides itself upon being the country where truth prevails. If so, you should

have become accustomed by now to hearing pleasant things about yourself. So you are going to marry Sir

"Why do you say that over to yourself so doubtfully?" she asked. "You know who he is, do you not? He is

rich, of old family, popular with everybody, a great sportsman, a mighty hunter. These are the things which

"Beyond a doubt," the Prince answered gravely. "They go to the making of a man. It is as you say."

"Sir Charles Somerfield and I are almost strangers," the Prince replied. "I have not seen much of him, and he

has so many tastes which I cannot share that it is hard for us to come very near together. But if you have

chosen him, it is sufficient. I am quite sure that he is all that a man should be."

"Tell me in what respect your tastes are so far apart?" she asked. "You say that as though there were

"We are sons of different countries, Miss Penelope," the Prince said. "We look out upon life differently, and

the things which seem good to him may well seem idle to me. Before I go," he added a little hesitatingly, "we

"I will not fail to keep it," he replied. "You have, at least," he added after a moment's pause, "one great claim

"I was thinking," he continued simply, "of my own father and mother. My father was a Japanese nobleman,

with the home call of all the centuries strong in his blood. He was an enlightened man, but he saw nothing in

the manner of living or the ideals of other countries to compare with those of the country of his own birth. I

sometimes think that my mother and father might have been happier had one of them been a little more

disposed to yield to the other I think, perhaps, that their union would have been a more successful one. They

"Do not mistake me," he begged. "So far as I am concerned, I am content. I am Japanese. The English blood

that is in my veins is but as a drop of water compared to the call of my own country. And yet there are some

things which have come to me from my motherthings which come most to the surface when I am in this,

her own countrywhich make life at times a little sad. Forgive me if I have been led on to speak too much

He turned to accept the greeting of an older woman who had lingered for a moment, in passing, evidently

anxious to speak to him. Penelope watched his kindly air, listened to the courteous words which flowed from

his lips, the interest in his manner, which his whole bearing denoted, notwithstanding the fact that the woman

was elderly and plain, and had outlived the friends of her day and received but scanty consideration from the

present generation. It was typical of him, too, she realized. It was never to the great women of the world that

he unbent most thoroughly. Gray hairs seemed to inspire his respect, to command his attentions in a way that

youth and beauty utterly failed to do. These things seemed suddenly clear to Penelope as she stood there

watching him. A hundred little acts of graceful kindness, which she had noticed and admired, returned to her

memory. It was this man whom she had lifted her hand to betray! It was this man who was to be accounted

guilty, even of crime! There came a sudden revulsion of feeling. The whole mechanical outlook upon life, as

she had known it, seemed, even in those few seconds, to become a false and meretricious thing. Whatever he

had done or countenanced was right. She had betrayed his hospitality. She had committed an infamous breach

of trust. An overwhelming desire came over her to tell him everything. She took a quick step forward and

found herself face to face with Somerfield. The Prince was buttonholed by some friends and led away. The

"Come and talk to the Duchess," Somerfield said. "She has something delightful to propose."

The Duchess looked up from her writing table and nodded to her husband, who had just entered.

"If you can spare me five minutes," the Duke suggested. "I don't think that I need keep you longer."

The Duchess handed her notebook to her secretary, who hastened from the room. The Duke seated himself in

"I am waiting to hear from you before I send out any invitations," the Duchess answered.

"Quite so," the Duke assented. "To tell you the truth, I don't want anything in the nature of a house party.

"You seem particularly anxious to make things pleasant for this young man," she remarked. "If he were the

son of the Emperor himself, no one could do more for him than you people have been doing these last few

The Duke of Devenham, Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster, whose wife entertained for his party, and

whose immense income, derived mostly from her American relations, was always at its disposal, was a

person almost as important in the councils of his country as the Prime Minister himself. It sometimes

occurred to him that the person who most signally failed to realize this fact was the lady who did him the

"My dear Margaret," he said, "you can take my word for it that we know what we are about. It is very

important indeed that we should keep on friendly terms with this young man,I don't mean as a personal

matter. It's a matter of politicsperhaps of something greater, even, than that."

The Duchess liked to understand everything, and her husband's reticence annoyed her.

"But we have the Japanese Ambassador always with us," she remarked. "A most delightful person I call the

"That is not exactly the point, my dear," the Duke explained. "Prince Maiyo is over here on a special mission.

We ourselves have only been able to surmise its object with the aid of our secret service in Tokio. You can

rest assured of one thing, however. It is of vast importance to the interests of this country that we secure his

"Well, my dear Ambrose," she said, "I don't know what more we can do than feed him properly and give him

pleasant people to talk to. He doesn't go in for sports, does he? All I can promise is that we will do our best to

"I am sure of it, my dear," the Duke said. "You haven't committed yourself to asking any one, by the bye?"

"Not a soul," his wife answered, "except Sir Charles. I had to ask him, of course, for Penelope."

"Naturally," the Duke assented. "I am glad Penelope will be there. I only wish that she were English instead

"Perhaps," the Duchess said dryly, "you would like him to take a fancy to Grace?"

"I shouldn't mind in the least," her husband declared. "I never met a young man whom I respected and

"Well, I never altogether trust these paragons," his wife said. "In all the ordinary affairs of life the Prince

seems to reach an almost perfect standard. I sometimes wonder whether he would be as trustworthy in the big

"Nothing at all," the Duke said, rising to his feet. "I only wanted to make it plain that we don't require a house

"I shan't ask a soul," the Duchess answered. "Do you mind ringing the bell as you pass? I'll have Miss Smith

"Good!" the Duke declared. "I'm going down to the House, but I don't suppose there'll be anything doing. By

the bye, we shall have to be a little feudal next week. Japan is a country of many ceremonies, and, after all,

Maiyo is one of the Royal Family. I have written Perkins, to stir him up a little."

The Duke drove down to the House, but called first in Downing Street. He found the Prime Minister anxious

"That's all right," the Duke answered. "He is coming, for certain. One good thing about that young manhe

"Why, of course not," the Duke replied. "We shall be delighted. We have seventy bedrooms, and only half a

"We shall have to have a serious talk," the Prime Minister said, "in a few days' time. I don't think that even

you grasp the exact position of affairs as they stand today. Just now I am bothered to death about other things.

Heseltine has just been in from the Home Office. He is simply inundated with correspondence from America

"Heseltine thinks there's something behind this correspondence," the Prime Minister said slowly.

"Washington was very secretive about the man Fynes' identity. I found that out from Scotland Yard. Do you

know, I'm half inclined to think, although I can't get a word out of Harvey, that this man Fynes"

"I don't want to go too far," his chief said. "I am making some fresh inquiries, and I am hoping to get at the

bottom of the matter very shortly. One thing is very certain, though, and that is that no two murders have ever

been committed in this city with more coldblooded deliberation, and with more of what I should call

diabolical cleverness. Take the affair of poor young Vanderpole, for instance. The person who entered his

taxi and killed him must have done so while the vehicle was standing in the middle of the road at one of the

three blocks. Not only that, but he must have been a friend, or some one posing as a friendsome one, at any

rate, of his own order. Vanderpole was over six feet high, and as muscular as a young bull. He could have

"It is the most remarkable case I ever heard of in my life," the Duke admitted, helping himself to a cigarette

"There is another point," the Prime Minister continued. "There are features in common about both these

murders. Not only were they both the work of a most accomplished criminal, but he must have been

possessed of an iron nerve and amazing strength. The dagger by which Hamilton Fynes was stabbed was

driven through the middle of his heart. The cord with which Vanderpole was strangled must have been turned

by a wrist of steel. No time for a word afterwards, mind, or before. It was a wonderful feat. I am not surprised

"They don't suggest, I suppose," the Duke asked, "that we are not trying to clear the matter up?"

"They don't suggest it," his chief answered, "but I can't quite make out what's at the back of their heads.

However, I won't bother you about that now. If I were to propound Heseltine's theory to you, you would think

that he had been reading the works of some of our enterprising young novelists. Things will have cleared up,

I dare say, by next week. I am coming round to the House for a moment if you're not in a hurry."

The Duke assented, and waited while the secretary locked up the papers which the Prime Minister had been

examining, and prepared others to be carried into the House. The two men left the place together, and the

"Do you mind walking?" the Prime Minister said. "There is another matter I'd like to talk to you about, and

there's nowhere better than the streets for a little conversation. Besides, I need the air."

"Devenham," the Prime Minister said, "we were speaking, a few minutes ago, of Prince Maiyo. I want you to

understand this, that upon that young man depends entirely the success or failure of my administration."

"Absolutely," the Prime Minister answered. "I know quite well what he is here for. He is here to make up his

mind whether it will pay Japan to renew her treaty with us, or whether it would be more to her advantage to

enter into an alliance with any other European power. He has been to most of the capitals in Europe. He has

been here with us. By this time he has made up his mind. He knows quite well what his report will be. Yet

you can't get a word out of him. He is a delightful young fellow, I know, but he is as clever as any trained

diplomatist I have ever come across. I've had him to dine with me alone, and I've done all that I could to

make him talk. When he went away, I knew just exactly as much as I did before he came."

"I am not so sure," the Prime Minister answered. "He has travelled about a good deal in England. I heard of

him in Manchester and Sheffield, Newcastle and Leicester, absolutely unattended. I wonder what he was

"From my experience of him," the Duke said, "I don't think we shall know until he chooses to tell us."

"I am afraid you are right," the Prime Minister declared. "At the same time you might just drop a hint to your

wife, and to that remarkably clever young niece of hers, Miss Penelope Morse. Of course, I don't expect that

he would unbosom himself to any one, but, to tell you the truth, as we are situated now, the faintest hint as

regards his inclinations, or lack of inclinations, towards certain things would be of immense service. If he

criticised any of our institutions, for instance, his remarks would be most interesting. Then he has been

spending several months in various capitals. He would not be likely to tell any one his whole impressions of

those few months, but a phrase, a word, even a gesture, to a clever woman might mean a great deal. It might

"I'll mention it," the Duke promised, "but I am afraid my womenfolk are scarcely up to this sort of thing. The

"I thought of that," the Prime Minister assented. "That is why I am coming down myself and bringing

Bransome. If he will have nothing to say to us within a week or so of his departure, we shall know what to

think. Remember my words, Devenham,when our chronicler dips his pen into the ink and writes of our

government, our foreign policy, at least, will be judged by our position in the far East. Exactly what that will

be depends upon Prince Maiyo. With a renewal of our treaty we could go to the country tomorrow. Without

it, especially if the refusal should come from them, there will be some very ugly writing across the page."

"Well," he said, "we can only do our best. The young man seems friendly enough."

Mr. James B. Coulson was almost as much at home at the Grand Hotel, Paris, as he had been at the Savoy in

London. His headquarters were at the American Bar, where he approved of the cocktails,patronized the

highballs, and continually met fellowcountrymen with whom he gossiped and visited various places of

amusement. His business during the daytime he kept to himself, but he certainly was possessed of a bagful of

documents and drawings relating to sundry patents connected with the manufacture of woollen goods, the

Mr. Coulson was not a man whose acquaintance it was difficult to make. From five to seven every afternoon,

scorning the attractions of the band outside and the generally festive air which pervaded the great tea rooms,

he sat at the corner of the bar upon an article of furniture which resembled more than anything else an office

stool, dividing his attention between desultory conversation with any other gentleman who might be

indulging in a drink, and watching the billiards in which some of his compatriots were usually competing. It

was not, so far as one might judge, a strenuous life which Mr. Coulson was leading. He had been known once

or twice to yawn, and he had somewhat the appearance of a man engaged in an earnest but at times not

altogether successful attempt to kill time. Perhaps for that reason he made acquaintances with a little more

than his customary freedom. There was a young Englishman, for instance, whose name, it appeared, was

Gaynsforth, with whom, after a drink or two at the bar, he speedily became on almost intimate terms.

Mr. Gaynsforth was a young man, apparently of good breeding and some means. He was well dressed, of

cheerful disposition, knew something about the woollen trade, and appeared to take a distinct liking to his

new friend. The two men, after having talked business together for some time, arranged to dine together and

have what they called a gay evening. They retired to their various apartments to change, Mr. Gaynsforth

perfectly well satisfied with his progress, Mr. James B. Coulson with a broad grin upon his face.

After a very excellent dinner, for which Mr. Gaynsforth insisted upon paying, they went to the Folies

Bergeres, where the Englishman developed a thirst which, considering the coolness of the evening, was

nothing short of amazing. Mr. Coulson, however, kept pace with him steadily, and toward midnight their

acquaintance had steadily progressed until they were certainly on friendly if not affectionate terms. A round

of the supper places, proposed by the Englishman, was assented to by Mr. Coulson with enthusiasm. About

three o'clock in the morning Mr. Coulson had the appearance of a man for whom the troubles of this world

are over, and who was realizing the ecstatic bliss of a temporary Nirvana. Mr. Gaynsforth, on the other hand,

although half an hour ago he had been boisterous and unsteady, seemed suddenly to have become once more

the quiet, discreetlooking young Englishman who had first bowed to Mr. Coulson in the bar of the Grand

Hotel and accepted with some diffidence his offer of a drink. To prevent his friend being jostled by the

somewhat mixed crowd in which they then were, Mr. Gaynsforth drew nearer and nearer to him. He even let

his hand stray over his person, as though to be sure that he was not carrying too much in his pockets.

"Say, old man," he whispered in his ear,they were sitting side by side now in the Bal Tabarin,"if you are

going on like this, Heaven knows where you'll land at the end of it all! I'll look after you as well as I

can,where you go, I'll gobut we can't be together every second of the time. Don't you think you'd be

"Right you are!" Mr. Coulson declared, falling a little over on one side. "Take it out of my pocket. Be careful

of it now. There's five hundred francs there, and the plans of a loom which I wouldn't sell for a good many

Mr. Gaynsforth possessed himself quickly of the pocketbook, and satisfied himself that his friend's

"You've nothing else upon you worth taking care of?" he whispered. "You can trust me, you know. You

Then Mr. James B. Coulson, who was getting tired of his part, suddenly sat up, and a soberer man had never

"And if I have, my young friend," he said calmly, "what the devil business is it of yours?"

Mr. Gaynsforth was taken aback and showed it. He recovered himself as quickly as possible, and realized that

he had been living in a fool's paradise so far as the condition of his companion was concerned. He realized,

also, that the first move in the game between them had been made and that he had lost.

"You are too good an actor for me, Mr. Coulson," he said. "Suppose we get to business."

"That's all right," Mr. Coulson answered. "Let's go somewhere where we can get some supper. We'll go to the

Mr. Gaynsforth handed back the pocketbook and led the way out of the place without a word. It was only a

few steps up the hill, and they found themselves then in a supper place of a very different class. Here Mr.

Coulson, after a brief visit to the lavatory, during which he obliterated all traces of his recent condition,

seated himself at one of the small flowerdecked tables and offered the menu to his new friend.

"It's up to you to pay," he said, "so you shall choose the supper. Personally, I'm for a few oysters, a hot bird,

Mr. Gaynsforth, who was still somewhat subdued, commanded the best supper procurable on these lines. Mr.

Coulson, having waved his hand to a few acquaintances and chaffed the Spanish dancing girls in their own

language,not a little to his companion's astonishment,at last turned to business.

"Come," he said, "you and I ought to understand one another. You are over here from London either to pump

me or to rob me. You are either a detective or a political spy or a secret service agent of some sort, or you are

on a lay of your own. Now, put it in a business form, what can I do for you? Make your offer, and let's see

Mr. Gaynsforth began to recover himself. It did not follow, because he had made one mistake, that he was to

"I am neither a detective, Mr. Coulson," he said, "nor a secret service agent,in fact, I am nothing of that

sort at all. I have a friend, however, who for certain reasons does not care to approach you himself, but who is

nevertheless very much interested in a particular event, or rather incident, in which you are concerned."

"That friend," Mr. Gaynsforth continued calmly, "is prepared to pay a thousand pounds for full information

and proof as to the nature of those papers which were stolen from Mr. Hamilton Fynes on the night of March

"He is also," the Englishman continued, "prepared to pay another thousand for a satisfactory explanation of

"My friend is not a poor man," Mr. Gaynsforth admitted. "You see, there's a sort of feeling abroad that these

two things are connected. I am not working on behalf of the police. I am not working on behalf of any one

who desires the least publicity. But I am working for some one who wants to know and is prepared to pay."

"That's a very interesting job you're on, and no mistake," Mr. Coulson declared. "I wonder you waste time

coming over here on the spree when you've got a piece of business like that to look after.""I came over here,"

"Not only to Paris," the other replied dryly, "but to discover one Mr. James B. Coulson, whose health I now

"Well, this licks me!" he exclaimed. "How any one in their senses could believe that there was any

connection between me and Hamilton Fynes or that other young swell, I can't imagine."

"You knew Hamilton Fynes," Mr. Gaynsforth remarked. "That fact came out at the inquest. You appeared to

have known him better than most men. Mr. Vanderpole had just left you when he was murdered,that also

"Kind of queer, wasn't it," Mr. Coulson remarked meditatively, "how I seemed to get hung up with both of

them? You may also remember that at the inquest Mr. Vanderpole's business with me was testified to by the

"Certainly," Mr. Gaynsforth answered. "However, that's neither here nor there. Everything was properly

arranged, so far as you were concerned, of course. That doesn't alter my friend's convictions. This is a

business matter with me, and if the two thousand pounds don't sound attractive enough, well, the amount

must be revised, that's all. But I want you to understand this, Mr. Coulson, I represent a man or a syndicate,

"Call it what you will," Mr. Gaynsforth continued, with an air of not having heard the interruption, "we have

the money and we want the information. You can give it to us if you like. We don't ask for too much. We

don't even ask for the name of the man who committed these crimes. But we do want to know the nature of

those papers, exactly what position Mr. Hamilton Fynes occupied in the Stamp and Excise Duty department

at Washington, and, finally, what the mischief you are doing over here in Paris."

"I have ordered everything you suggested," Mr. Gaynsforth answered,"some oysters, a chicken en

"Then," Mr. Coulson said, pointing out his empty glass to the SOMMELIER, "we may as well understand

one another. To you I am Mr. James B. Coulson, travelling in patents for woollen machinery. If you put a

quarter of a million of francs upon that table, I am still Mr. James B. Coulson, travelling in woollen

machinery. And if you add a million to that, and pile up the notes so high that they touch the ceiling, I remain

Mr. James B. Coulson, travelling in patents for woollen machinery. Now, if you'll get that firmly into your

head and stick to it and believe it, there's no reason why you and I shouldn't have a pleasant evening."

Mr. Gaynsforth, although he was an Englishman and young, showed himself to be possessed of a sense of

"Mr. Coulson," he said, "I congratulate you and your employers. To the lower regions with business! Help

On the following morning Mr. Coulson received what he termed his mail from America. Locked in his room

on the fifth floor of the hotel, he carefully perused the contents of several letters. A little later he rang and

Like many other great men, Mr. Coulson was not without his weakness. He was brave, shrewd, and

farseeing. He enjoyed excellent health, and he scarcely knew the meaning of the word nerves. Nevertheless

he suffered from seasickness. The first thing he did, therefore, when aboard the boat at Boulogne, was to

bespeak a private cabin. The steward to whom he made his application shook his head with regret. The last

two had just been engaged. Mr. Coulson tried a tip, and then a larger tip, with equal lack of success. He was

about to abandon the effort and retire gloomily to the saloon, when a man who had been standing by,

"I am afraid, sir," he said, "that it is I who have just secured the last cabin. If you care to share it with me,

however, I shall be delighted. As a matter of fact, I use it very little myself. The night has turned out so fine

"If you will allow me to divide the expense," Mr. Coulson replied, "I shall be exceedingly obliged to you, and

"That is as you will, sir," the gentleman answered. "The amount is only trifling."

The night was a bright one, but there was a heavy sea running, and even in the harbor the boat was rocking.

"I am going to have a horrible time," he said frankly. "I am afraid you'll repent your offer before you've done

"I have never been seasick in my life," he said, "and I only engage a cabin for fear of wet weather. A fine

"Let me give you a little advice," his friend said, "and I can assure you that I know something of these

matters, for I have been on the sea a great deal. Let me mix you a stiff brandy and soda. Drink it down and eat

"This," the stranger remarked, producing a flask from his case and dividing the liquor into equal parts, "may

Mr. Coulson drained his glass. His companion was in the act of raising his to his lips when the ship gave a

roll, his elbow caught the back of a chair, and the tumbler slipped from his fingers.

"It's of no consequence," he declared, ringing for the steward. "I'll go into the smoking room and get a drink. I

was only going to have some to keep you company. As a matter of fact, I prefer whiskey."

"I'll leave you now, then," his friend said, buttoning his coat around him. "You lie flat down on your back,

His companion smiled and went out. In a quarter of an hour he returned and locked the door. They were out

in the Channel now, and the boat was pitching heavily. Mr. James B. Coulson, however, knew nothing of it.

He was sleeping like one who wakes only for the Judgment Day. Over his coat and waistcoat the other man's

fingers travelled with curious dexterity. The oilskin case in which Mr. Coulson was in the habit of keeping

his private correspondence was reached in a very few minutes. The stranger turned out the letters and read

them, one by one, until he came to the one he sought. He held it for a short time in his hand, looked at the

address with a faint smile, and slipped his fingers lightly along the gummed edge of the envelope.

"No seal," he said softly to himself. "My friend Mr. Coulson plays the game of travelling agent to perfection."

He glided out of the cabin with the letter in his hand. In about ten minutes he returned. Mr. Coulson was still

"My friend," he whispered, looking down upon Mr. Coulson's uneasy figure, "on the whole, I have been

perhaps a little premature. I think you had better deliver this document to its proper destination. If only there

was to have been a written answer, we might have met again! It would have been most interesting."

He slipped the oilskin case back into the exact position in which he had found it, and watched his companion

for several minutes in silence. Then he went to his dressing bag and from a phial mixed a little draught.

He unlocked the door and resumed his promenade of the deck. In the bows he stood for some time, leaning

with folded arms against a pillar, his eyes fixed upon the line of lights ahead. The great waves now leaped

into the moonlight, the wind sang in the rigging and came booming across the waters, the salt spray stung his

cheeks. High above his head, the slender mast, with its Marconi attachment, swang and dived, reached out for

the stars, and fell away with a shudder. The man who watched, stood and dreamed until the voyage was

almost over. Then he turned on his heel and went back to see how his cabin companion was faring.

Mr. Coulson was sitting on the edge of his bunk. He had awakened with a terrible headache and a sense of

some hideous indiscretion. It was not until he had examined every paper in his pocket and all his money that

he had begun to feel more comfortable. And in the meantime he had forgotten altogether to be seasick.

Mr. Coulson looked him in the face. Then he drew a short breath of relief. He had been indiscreet, but he had

alarmed himself unnecessarily. There was nothing about the appearance of the quiet, dark little man, with the

"It's given me a brute of a headache," he declared, "but I certainly haven't been seasick up till now, and I must

"That brandy and soda would keep you right." He said. "When we get to Folkestone, you'll be wanting a

supper basket. Make yourself at home. I don't need the cabin. It's a glorious night outside. I shouldn't have

"About a quarter of an hour," was the answer. "I'll come for you, if you like. Have a few minute's nap if you

"Not I!" he said. "I am going to douse my head in some cold water. That must have been the strongest brandy

"I shouldn't grumble at it, if I were you," he said carelessly. "It saved you from a bad crossing."

Mr. Coulson washed his face and hands in the smoking room lavatory, and was so far recovered, even, as to

be able to drink a cup of coffee before they reached the harbor. At Folkestone he looked everywhere for his

friend, but in vain. At Charing Cross he searched once more. The little dark gentleman, with the distinguished

air and the easy, correct speech, who had mixed his brandy and soda, had disappeared.

"And I owe the little beggar for half that cabin," Mr. Coulson thought with a sensation of annoyance. "I

The Duke paused, in his way across the crowded reception rooms, to speak to his host, Sir Edward Bransome,

"I have just written you a line, Bransome," he said, as they shook hands. "The chief tells me that he is going

"You are very kind, Duke," Bransome answered. "I suppose Haviland explained the matter to you."

"You are going to help me entertain my other distinguished visitor," he remarked. "I fancy we shall be quite

"I hope most earnestly," he said, "that we shall induce our young friend to be a little more candid with us than

he has been. One can't get a word out of Hesho, but I'm bound to say that I don't altogether like the look of

things. The Press are beginning to smell a rat. Two leading articles this morning, I see, upon our Eastern

"I read them," he said. "We are informed that the prestige and success of our ministry will entirely depend

upon whether or not we are able to arrange for the renewal of our treaty with Japan. I remember the same

papers shrieking themselves hoarse with indignation when we first joined hands with our little friends across

"There is a person in the anteroom, sir," he said, "whom I think that you ought to see."

"This man has just arrived from Paris, sir," he continued, "and is the bearer of a letter which he is instructed

"The letter itself, sir, has nothing to do with France, I imagine," he said. "The person I refer to is an

American, and although I have no positive information, I believe that he is sometimes intrusted with the

carrying of despatches from Washington to his Embassy. Once or twice lately I have had it reported to me

that communications from the other side to Mr. Harvey have been sent by hand. It seems as though they had

Bransome walked through the crowded rooms by the side of his secretary, stopping for a moment to

exchange greetings here and there with his friends. His wife was giving her third reception of the session to

"Washington has certainly shown signs of mistrust lately," he remarked, "but if communications from them

are ever tampered with, it is more likely to be on their side than ours. They have a particularly unscrupulous

Press to deal with, besides political intriguers. If this person you speak of is really the bearer of a letter from

"Not yet," Bransome answered. "It is just possible that this person requires an immediate reply, in which case

it may be convenient for me not to be able to get at the Prime Minister. Bring him along into my private

Sir Edward Bransome made his way to his study, opened the door with a Yale key, turned on the electric

lights, and crossed slowly to the hearthrug. He stood there, for several moments, with his elbow upon the

mantelpiece, looking down into the fire. A darker shadow had stolen across his face as soon as he was alone.

In his court dress and brilliant array of orders, he was certainly a very distinguishedlooking figure. Yet the

last few years had branded lines into his face which it was doubtful if he would ever lose. To be Secretary of

State for Foreign Affairs to the greatest power which the world had as yet known must certainly seem, on

paper, to be as brilliant a post as a man's ambition could covet. Many years ago it had seemed so to Bransome

himself. It was a post which he had deliberately coveted, worked for, and strived for. And now, when in sight

of the end, with two years of office only to run, he was appalled at the evergrowing responsibilities thrust

upon his shoulders. There was never, perhaps, a time when, on paper, things had seemed smoother, when the

distant mutterings of disaster were less audible. It was only those who were behind the curtain who realized

In a few minutes his secretary reappeared, ushering in Mr. James B. Coulson. Mr. Coulson was still a little

pale from the effects of his crossing, and he wore a long, thick ulster to conceal the deficiencies of his attire.

Nevertheless his usual breeziness of manner had not altogether deserted him. Sir Edward looked him up and

down, and finding him look exactly as Mr. James B. Coulson of the Coulson & Bruce Syndicate should look,

"Very good of you, Sir Edward," he said, "to put yourself out at this time of night to have a word or two with

me. I am sorry to have troubled you, anyway, but the matter was sort of urgent."

"That is so, sir," Mr. Coulson replied. "I am at the head of a syndicate, the Coulson & Bruce Syndicate, which

in course of time hope to revolutionize the machinery used for spinning wool all over the world. Likewise we

have patents for other machinery connected with the manufacture of all varieties of woollen goods. I am over

"Well, I'm not grumbling, sir," Mr. Coulson assented. "Here and there I may have missed a thing, and the old

fashioned way of doing business on this side bothers me a bit, but on the whole I'm not grumbling."

"I have a good many friends round about Washington," Mr. Coulson continued, "and sometimes, when they

know I am coming across, one or the other of them finds it convenient to hand me a letter. It isn't the postage

stamp that worries them," he added with a little laugh, "but they sort of feel that anything committed to me is

"Without disputing that fact for one moment, Mr. Coulson," Sir Edward remarked, "I might also suggest that

the ordinary mail service between our countries has reached a marvellous degree of perfection."

"The Post Office," Mr. Coulson continued meditatively, "is a great institution, both on your side and ours, but

a letter posted in Washington has to go through a good many hands before it is delivered in London."

"It is a fact, sir," he said, "which the various Governments of Europe have realized for many years, in

connection with the exchange of communications one with the other. Your own great country, as it grows and

expands, becomes, of necessity, more in touch with our methods. Did I understand that you have a letter for

"Friend of mine you may have heard of," he said, "asked me to leave this with you. I am catching the Princess

Cecilia from Southampton tomorrow. I thought, perhaps, if I waited an hour or so, I might take the answer

"It is getting late, Mr. Coulson," Sir Edward reminded him, glancing at the clock.

"I think, Sir Edward," he said, "that in your line of business time counts for little."

"Why," he said, "I don't think you'll need that. The letter you've got in your hand is just a personal one, and

"Why, I should say not," Mr. Coulson answered. "My friendMr. Jones we'll call himknew me and, I

presume, knew what he was about. Besides, that is a plain letter from the head of a business firm toshall

"At the same time," Sir Edward remarked, "it might have been as well to have fastened the flap of the

Sir Edward gave it into his hands. Mr. Coulson held it under the electric light. There was no indication in his

"My impressions were," he said, "when I opened this letter, that I was not the first person who had done so.

The document has never been out of my possession, sir," he said. "It has not even left my person. My friend

Mr. Jones does not believe in too much secrecy in matters of this sort. I have had a good deal of experience

now and am inclined to agree with him. A letter in a doubleended envelope, stuck all over with sealing wax,

is pretty certain to be opened in case of any accident to the bearer. This one, as you may not have noticed, is

written in the same handwriting and addressed in the same manner as the remainder of my letters of

Sir Edward said no more. He read the few lines written on a single sheet of notepaper, starting a little at the

signature. Then he read them again and placed the document beneath a paper weight in front of him. When he

"It is not," Mr. Coulson admitted. "I fancy it occurred to my friend Jones that anything official would be

hardly in place and might be easier to evade. The matter has already cropped up in negotiations between Mr.

Harvey and your Cabinet, but so far we are without any definite pronouncement,at least, that is how my

"A verbal one," Mr. Coulson assented, "delivered to me in the presence of one other person, whose name you

Sir Edward bowed his head. When he spoke again, his manner had somehow changed. It had become at once

"This is a great subject, Mr. Coulson," he said. "It is a subject which has occupied the attention of His

Majesty's Ministers for many months. I shall take the opinion of the other person whose name is mentioned in

this letter, as to whether we can grant Mr. Jones' request. If we should do so, it will not, I am sure, be

necessary to say to you that any communication we may make on the subject tonight will be from men to a

man of honor, and must be accepted as such. It will be our honest and sincere conviction, but it must also be

understood that it does not bind the Government of this country to any course of action."

"That is what I call diplomacy, Sir Edward," he remarked. "I always tell our people that they are too

bullheaded. They don't use enough words. What about that other friend of yours?"

"It is possible," he said, "that by this time Mr. Mr. Smith, shall we call him, to match your Mr.

Jones?is attending my wife's reception, from which your message called me. If he has not yet arrived, my

"Seems to me," he remarked, "that I have struck a fortunate evening for my visit."

"Sidney," he said, "I want you to find the gentleman whose name I am writing upon this piece of paper. If he

is not in the reception rooms and has not arrived, telephone for him. Say that I shall be glad if he would come

The secretary bowed and withdrew, after a glance at the piece of paper which he held in his hand. Sir Edward

"Mr. Coulson," he said, "will you allow me the privilege of offering you some refreshment?"

"I thank you, sir," Mr. Coulson answered. "I am in want of nothing but a smoke."

"If you will allow me, sir," he said, "I will smoke one of my own. Homemade article, five dollars a hundred,

"If you will excuse me," he said, "I will smoke a cigarette. Since you are here, Mr. Coulson, I may say that I

am very glad to meet you. I am very glad, also, of this opportunity for a few minutes' conversation upon

"There is another subject," Sir Edward said, "which I should like to discuss with you while we are waiting for

Mr. Coulson moved his cigar into a corner of his mouth, as though to obtain a clear view of his questioner's

"Well, I guess you've got me puzzled, Sir Edward," he said. "You aren't thinking of doing anything in

"I think not, Mr. Coulson," he answered. "At any rate, my question had nothing to do with your other very

interesting avocation. What I wanted to ask you was whether you could tell me anything about a compatriot

"Hamilton Fynes!" Mr. Coulson repeated thoughtfully. "Why, that's the man who got murdered on the cars,

"I told that reporter fellow all I knew about him," he said. "He was an unsociable sort of chap, you know, Sir

"H'm! I thought he might have been," the Minister answered, glancing keenly for a moment at his visitor. "To

tell you the truth, Mr. Coulson, we have been a great deal bothered about that unfortunate incident, and by the

subsequent murder of the young man who was attached to your Embassy here. Scotland Yard has strained

every nerve to bring the guilty people to justice, but so far unsuccessfully. It seems to me that your friends on

the other side scarcely seem to give us credit for our exertions. They do not help us in the least. They assure

us that they had no knowledge of Mr. Fynes other than has appeared in the papers. They recognize him only

as an American citizen going about his legitimate business. A little more confidence on their part would, I

"Well," he said, "I can understand their feeling a bit sore about it. I'm not exactly given to brag when I'm

away from my own countryone hears too much of that all the timebut between you and me, I shouldn't

say that it was possible for two crimes like that to be committed in New York City and for the murderer to get

"The matter," Sir Edward declared, "has given us a great deal of anxiety, and I can assure you that the Home

Secretary himself has taken a strong personal interest in it, but at the same time, as I have just pointed out to

you, our investigations are rendered the more difficult from the fact that we cannot learn anything definite

concerning this Mr. Hamilton Fynes or his visit to this country. Now, if we knew, for instance," Sir Edward

continued, "that he was carrying documents, or even a letter, similar to the one you have just handed to me,

we might at once discover a motive to the crime, and work backwards until we reached the perpetrator."

"I see what you are driving at," he said. "I am sorry I can be of no assistance to you, Sir Edward."

"Neither in the case of Mr. Hamilton Fynes or in the case of Mr. Richard Vanderpole?" Sir Edward asked.

"Notwithstanding the fact," Sir Edward reminded him quietly, "that you were probably the last person to see

Vanderpole alive? He came to the Savoy to call upon you before he got into the taxicab where he was

"Sure!" Mr. Coulson answered. "A nice young fellow he was, too. Well set up, and real American

"I suppose, Mr. Coulson," the Minister suggested smoothly, "it wouldn't answer your purpose to put aside

that bluff about patents for the development of the woollen trade for a few moments, and tell me exactly what

passed between you and Mr. Vanderpole at the Savoy Hotel, and the object of his calling upon you? Whether,

for instance, he took away with him documents or papers intended for the Embassy and which you yourself

"You do think of things!" Mr. Coulson remarked admiringly. "You're on the wrong track this time, though,

sure. Still, supposing I were able to tell you that Mr. Vanderpole was carrying papers of importance to my

country, and that Mr. Hamilton Fynes was also in possession of the same class of document, how would it

help you? In what fresh direction should you look then for the murderers of these two men?"

"Mr. Coulson," Sir Edward said, "we should consider the nature of those documents, and we should see to

Mr. Coulson's face seemed suddenly old and lined. He spoke with a new vigor, and his eyes were very keen

"And supposing it was your country's?" he asked. "Supposing they contained instructions to our Ambassador

which you might consider inimical to your interests? Do you mean that you would look at home for the

murderer? You mean that you have men so devoted to their native land that they were willing to run the risk

of death by the hangman to aid her? You mean that your Secret Service is perfected to that extent, and that

the scales of justice are held blindfolded? Or do you mean that Scotland Yard would have its orders, and that

"I was not thinking of my own country," Sir Edward admitted. "I must confess that my thoughts had turned

"Let me tell you this, sir," Mr. Coulson continued. "I should imagine that the trouble with Washington, if

there is any, is simply that they will not believe that your police have a free hand. They will not believe that

you are honestly and genuinely anxious for the discovery of the perpetrator of these crimes. I speak without

authority, you understand? I am no more in a position to discuss this affair than any other tourist from my

"Can you suggest any method," he asked a little dryly, "by means of which we might remove this unfortunate

Mr. Coulson flicked the ash once more from the end of his cigar and looked at it thoughtfully.

"This isn't my show," he said, "and, you understand, I am giving the views of Mr. James B. Coulson, and

nobody but Mr. James B. Coulson, but if I were in your position, and knew that a friendly country was

feeling a little bit sore at having two of her citizens disposed of so unceremoniously, I'd do my best to prove,

"Your idea is an excellent one, Mr. Coulson," he said. "It has already been mooted, but we will give it a little

emphasis. Tomorrow we will offer a reward of one thousand pounds for any information leading to the

"Me?" Mr. Coulson asked. "I know nothing about it. I've given you my personal opinion only. Seems to me,

"Before we quit this subject finally, Mr. Coulson," Sir Edward said, "I am going to ask you a question which

"Get your young man to lay his hand on that copy of the Comet," Mr. Coulson begged earnestly. "I told that

pushing young journalist all I knew and a bit more. I assure you, my information isn't worth anything."

"If you don't mind, Sir Edward," he said, "I guess we'll drop the subject of Mr. Hamilton Fynes. We can't get

There was a knock at the door. Sir Edward's secretary ushered in a tall, plainly dressed gentleman, who had

the slightly aggrieved air of a man who has been kept out of his bed beyond the usual time.

"My dear Bransome," he said, shaking hands, "isn't this a little unreasonable of you? Business at this hour of

the night! I was in the midst of a most amusing conversation with a delightful acquaintance of your wife's, a

young lady who turned up her nose at Hegel and had developed a philosophy of her own. I was just beginning

to grasp its first principles. Nothing else, I am quite sure, would have kept me awake."

Sir Edward leaned across the table towards Mr. Coulson. Mr. Coulson had risen to his feet.

"One moment," he begged. "Our friend hereMr. J. B. Coulson from New Yorkhas brought a letter from

America. He is sailing tomorrow,leaving London somewhere about eight o'clock in the morning, I

imagine. He wishes to take back a verbal reply. The letter, you will understand, comes from a Mr. Jones, and

the reply is delivered in the presence ofMr. Smith. Our friend here is not personally concerned in these

affairs. As a matter of fact, I believe he has been on the Continent exploiting some patents of his own

The newcomer accepted the burden of his altered nomenclature and took up the letter. He glanced at the

signature, and his manner became at once more interested. He accepted the chair which Sir Edward had

placed by his side, and, drawing the electric light a little nearer, read the document through, word by word.

Then he folded it up, and glanced first at his colleague and afterwards at Mr. Coulson.

"I understand," he said, "that this is a private inquiry from a private gentleman, who is entitled, however, to as

"That is exactly the position, sir," Mr. Coulson replied. "Negotiations of a more formal character are naturally

conducted between your Foreign Office and the Foreign Office of my country. These few lines come from

man to man. I think that it occurred to my friend that it might save a great deal of trouble, a great deal of

specious diplomacy, and a great many hundred pages of labored despatches, if, at the bottom of it all, he

knew your true feelings concerning this question. It is, after all, a simple matter," Mr. Coulson continued,

"and yet it is a matter with so many ramifications that after much discussion it might become a veritable

"I appreciate the situation," he said. "My friend hereSir Edward Bransomeand I have already discussed

the matter at great length. We have also had the benefit of the advice and help of a greater Foreign Minister

than either of us could ever hope to become. I see no objection to giving you the verbal reply you ask for. Do

"I leave it to you to put it in your own words," Mr. Smith continued. "The affair is within your province, and

"Mr. Coulson," he said, "we are asked by your friend, in a few plain words, what the attitude of Great Britain

would be in the event of a war between Japan and America. My answerour answerto you is this,no

war between Japan and America is likely to take place unless your Cabinet should go to unreasonable and

uncalledfor extremes. We have ascertained, beyond any measure of doubt, the sincere feeling of our ally in

this matter. Japan does not desire war, is not preparing for it, is unwilling even to entertain the possibility of

it. At the same time she feels that her sons should receive the same consideration from every nation in the

world as the sons of other people. Personally it is our profound conviction that the good sense, the fairness,

and the generous instincts of your great country will recognize this and act accordingly. War between your

country and Japan is an impossible thing. The thought of it exists only in the frothy vaporings of cheap

newspapers, and the sensational utterances of the catch politician who must find an audience and a hearing by

Mr. Coulson listened attentively to every word. When Sir Edward had finished, he withdrew his cigar from

"That's all very interesting indeed, Sir Edward," he declared. "I am very pleased to have heard what you have

said, and I shall repeat it to my friend on the other side, who, I am sure, will be exceedingly obliged to you

for such a frank exposition of your views. And now," he continued, "I don't want to keep you gentlemen up

"All that you have said, " Mr. Coulson admitted, "has been remarkably clear, but the question I asked you

was this,what is to be the position of your country in the event of war between Japan and America?"

"And I have told you," Sir Edward declared, "that war between Japan and America is not a subject within the

"We may consider ourselvesmy friend Mr. Jones would certainly consider himself," Mr. Coulson

affirmed,"as good a judge as you, Sir Edward, so far as regards that matter. I am not asking you whether it

is probable or improbable. You may know the feelings of your ally. You do not know ours. We may look into

the future, and we may see that, sooner or later, war between our country and Japan is a necessity. We may

decide that it is better for us to fight now than later. These things are in the clouds. They only enter into the

present discussion to this extent, but it is not for you to sit here and say whether war between the United

States and Japan is possible or impossible. What Mr. Jones asks you iswhat would be your position if it

should take place? The little diatribe with which you have just favored me is exactly the reply we should have

expected to receive formally from Downing Street. It isn't that sort of reply I want to take back to Mr. Jones."

Mr. Smith and his colleague exchanged glances, and the latter drew his chief on one side.

"Why, by all means," Mr. Coulson declared. "My time is my own, and it is entirely at your service. If you say

The room was a large one, and the two men walked slowly up and down, Mr. Smith leaning all the time upon

his colleague's shoulder. They spoke in an undertone, and what they said was inaudible to Mr. Coulson.

During his period of waiting he drew another cigar from his pocket, and lit it from the stump of the old one.

Then he made himself a little more comfortable in his chair, and looked around at the walls of the

handsomely furnished but rather sombre apartment with an air of pleased curiosity. It was scarcely, perhaps,

what he should have expected from a man in a similar position in his own country, but it was, at any rate,

impressive. Presently they came back to him. This time it was Mr. Smith who spoke.

"Mr. Coulson," he said, "we need not beat about the bush. You ask us a plain question and you want a plain

answer. Then I must tell you this. The matter is not one concerning which I can give you any definite

information. I appreciate the position of your friend Mr. Jones, and I should like to have met him in the same

spirit as he has shown in his inquiry, but I may tell you that, being utterly convinced that Japan does not seek

war with you, and that therefore no war is likely, my Government is not prepared to answer a question which

they consider based upon an impossibility. If this war should come, the position of our country would depend

entirely upon the rights of the dispute. As a corollary to that, I would mention two things. You read your

"You are aware, then," Mr. Smith continued, "of the present position of your fleet. You know how many

months must pass before it can reach Eastern waters. It is not within the traditions of this country to evade

fulfillment of its obligations, however severe and unnatural they may seem, but in three months' time, Mr.

"The renewal of that treaty," he said, "is on the knees of the gods. One cannot tell. I go so far only as to tell

"Gentlemen both," he said, "that's what I call plain speaking. I suppose it's up to us to read between the lines.

I can assure you that my friend Mr. Jones will appreciate it. It isn't my place to say a word outside the letter

which I have handed to you. I am a plain business man, and these things don't come in my way. That is why I

feel I can criticize,I am unprejudiced. You are Britishers, and you've got one eternal fault. You seem to

think the whole world must see a matter as you see it. If Japan has convinced you that she doesn't seek a war

with us, it doesn't follow that she's convinced us. As to the rights of our dispute, don't rely so much upon

hearing one side only. Don't be dogmatic about it, and say this thing is and that thing isn't. You may bet your

last dollar that America isn't going to war about trifles. We are the same flesh and blood, you know. We have

the same traditions to uphold. What we do is what we should expect you to do if you were in our place. That's

all, gentlemen. Now I wish you both good night! Mr. Smith, I am proud to shake hands with you. Sir Edward,

"Sidney, will you see this gentleman out?" he said. "You are quite sure there is nothing further we can do for

"Nothing at all, I thank you, sir," that gentleman answered. "I have only got to thank you once more for the

The door was closed. The two men looked at one another for a moment. Mr. Smith shrugged his shoulders

"I wonder," he remarked thoughtfully, "how our friends in Japan convinced themselves so thoroughly that

By midday on the following morning London was placarded with notices, the heading of which was

sensational enough to attract observation from every passerby, young or old, rich or poor. One thousand

pounds' reward for the apprehension of the murderer of either Hamilton Fynes or Richard Vanderpole!

Inspector Jacks, who was amongst the first to hear the news, after a brief interview with his chief put on his

hat and walked round to the Home Office. He sought out one of the underlings with whom he had some

acquaintance, and whom he found ready enough, even eager, to discuss the matter.

"There wasn't a word about any reward," Inspector Jacks was told, "until this morning. We had a telephone

message from the chief's bedroom and phoned you up at once. It's a pretty stiff amount, isn't it?"

"It is," the Inspector admitted. "Our chief seems to be taking quite a personal interest in the matter all at

"I'll lay two to one that some one was on to him at Sir Edward Bransome's reception last night," the other

remarked. "I know very well that there was no idea of offering a reward yesterday afternoon. We might have

come out with a hundred pounds or so, a little later on, perhaps, but there was nothing of this sort in the air.

I've no desire to seem censorious, you know, Jacks," the young man went on, leaning back in his chair and

lighting a cigarette, "but it does seem a dashed queer thing that you can't put your finger upon either of these

"No doubt it seems so to you," he admitted. "You forget that we have to have a reasonable amount of proof

before we can tap a man on the shoulder and ask him to come with us. It isn't so abroad or in America. There

they can hand a man up with less than half the evidence we have to be prepared with, and, of course, they get

the reputation of being smarter on the job. We may learn enough to satisfy ourselves easily, but to get up a

case which we can put before a magistrate and be sure of not losing our man, takes time."

"I did not say so," the Inspector answered warily. "By the bye, do you think there would be any chance of

"Perfectly," Inspector Jacks answered. "And to tell you the truth, my young friend, I am half inclined to think

that when he is given to understand, as he will be by you, if he doesn't know it already, that I am in charge of

"Well," he remarked, "the chief does seem plaguy interested, all of a sudden. I'll pass your name in. If you

take a seat, it's just possible that he may spare you a minute or two in about an hour's time. He won't be able

to before then, I'm sure. There's a deputation almost due, and two other appointments before luncheon time."

The Inspector accepted a newspaper and an easy chair. His young friend disappeared and returned almost

"I've managed it for you," he explained. "The chief is going to spare you five minutes at once. Come along

Inspector Jacks took up his hat and followed his acquaintance to the private room of the Home Secretary.

That personage nodded to him upon his entrance and continued to dictate a letter. When he had finished, he

sent his clerk out of the room and, motioning Mr. Jacks to take a seat by his side, leaned back in his own

chair with the air of one prepared to relax for a moment. He was a man of somewhat insignificant presence,

but he had keen gray eyes, half the time concealed under thick eyebrows, and flashing out upon you now and

"At your service, sir," the Inspector answered. "I am in charge of the investigations concerning these two

"Quite so," the Home Secretary remarked. "I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Jacks. So far, I suppose, you are

willing to admit that you gentlemen down at Scotland Yard have not exactly distinguished yourselves."

"I do not know whether the reward will help you very much," the Home Secretary continued. "So far as you

people personally are concerned, I imagine that it will make no difference. The only point seems to be that it

"The offering of the reward, sir," Inspector Jacks said, "can do no harm, and it may possibly assist us very

There was a moment's pause. The Minister trifled with some papers lying on the desk before him. Then he

"You will forgive my reminding you, Mr. Jacks, that I am a busy man and that this is a busy morning. You

"I had, sir," the Inspector answered. "I took the liberty of waiting upon you, sir, to ask whether the idea of a

"I hope, sir," the Inspector protested, "that you will not think I am asking this question through any irrelevant

curiosity. I am beginning to form a theory of my own as to these two murders, but it needs building up. The

offering of a reward like this, if it emanates from the source which I suspect that it does, gives a solid

foundation to my theories. I am here, sir, in the interests of justice only, and I should be exceedingly obliged

to you if you would tell me whether the suggestion of this large reward did not come from the Foreign

"Mr. Jacks," he said, "your question appears to me to be a pertinent one. I see not the slightest reason to

A flash of satisfaction illuminated for a moment the detective's inexpressive features. He rose and took up his

"I am very much obliged to you, sir," he said. "The information which you have given me is extremely

"I am glad to hear you say so," the Home Secretary declared. "You understand, of course, that it is within the

province of my department to assist at all times and in any possible way the course of justice. Is there

"If you would not think it a liberty, sir," he said, "I should be very glad indeed if you would give me a note

"I will give it you with pleasure," the Secretary answered, "although I imagine that he would be quite willing

He wrote a few lines and passed them over. Inspector Jacks saluted, and turned towards the door.

"You shall be informed at once, sir," the Inspector assured him, a as he left the room.

Sir Edward Bransome was just leaving his house when Inspector Jacks entered the gate. The latter, who knew

"Did you wish to speak to me?" Sir Edward asked, drawing back from the step of his electric brougham.

The Inspector held out his letter. Sir Edward tore it open and glanced through the few lines which it

contained. Then he looked keenly for a moment at the man who stood respectfully by his side.

"You can get in with me, if you like," Sir Edward continued, motioning toward the interior of his brougham.

"I am due in Downing Street now, but I dare say you could say what you wish to on the way there."

"Certainly, sir," Inspector Jacks answered. "It will be very good of you indeed if you can spare me those few

"Now, Mr. Jacks," Sir Edward said, "what can I do for you? If you want to arrest me, I shall claim privilege."

"I am in charge, sir," he said, "of the investigations concerning the murder of Mr. Hamilton Fynes and Mr.

Richard Vanderpole. The news of the reward came to us at Scotland Yard this morning. Its unusual amount

led me to make some injuries at the Home Office. I found that what I partly expected was true. I found, sir,

that your department has shown some interest in the apprehension of these two men."

"Sir Edward Bransome," the Inspector continued, "I have a theory of my own as to these murders, and though

it may take me some time to work it out, I feel myself day by day growing nearer the truth. These were not

ordinary crimes. Any one can see that. They were not even crimes for the purpose of robberynot, that is to

say, for robbery in the ordinary sense of the word. That is apparent even to those who write for the Press. It

has been apparent to us from the first. It is beginning to dawn upon me now what the nature of the motive

must be which was responsible for them. I have in my possession a slight, a very slight clue. The beginning

Sir Edward lit a cigarette and leaned back amongst the cushions. With a little gesture he indicated his desire

"My object in seeking for a personal interview with you, sir," Inspector Jacks continued, "is to ask you a

somewhat peculiar question. If I find that my investigations lead me in the direction which at present seems

probable, it is no ordinary person whom I shall have to arrest when the time comes. The reward which has

been offered is a large one, and it is not for me to question the bona fide nature of it. I would not presume, sir,

even to ask you whether it was offered by reason of any outside pressure, but there is one question which I

must ask. Do you really wish, sir, that the murderer or murderers of these two men shall be brought to

"My dear Inspector," he said, "what is this that you have in your mind? I hold no brief for any man capable of

such crimes as these. Representations have been made to us by the American Government that the murder of

two of her citizens within the course of twentyfour hours, and the absence of any arrest, is somewhat of a

reflection upon our police service. It is for your assistance, and in compliment to our friends across the

"It is your wish, then, sir," he said slowly, "that the guilty person or persons be arrested without warning,

"By all means," Sir Edward affirmed. "I cannot conceive, Inspector, what you have in your mind which could

The brougham had come to a standstill in front of a house in Downing street. Inspector Jacks descended

slowly. It was hard for him to decide on the spot how far to take into his confidence a person whose attitude

"I am exceedingly obliged to you for your answer to my question, sir," he said, saluting. "I hope that in a few

Sir Edward watched him disappear as he mounted the steps of the Prime Minister's house.

"I wonder," he said to himself thoughtfully, "what that fellow can have in his mind!"

Inspector Jacks did not at once return to Scotland Yard. On his way there he turned into St. James' Square,

and stood for several moments looking at the corner house on the far side. Finally, after a hesitation which

seldom characterized his movements, he crossed the road and rang the bell. The door was opened almost at

The man bowed, and showed him into an apartment on the ground floor. Then with the card in his hand, he

"His Highness shall be informed that you are here," he said. "I fear, however, that you waste your time. I go

Inspector Jacks subsided into a bamboo chair and looked out of the window with a frown upon his forehead.

It was certain that he was not proceeding with altogether his usual caution. As a matter of tactics, this visit of

Inspector Jacks was a man who had succeeded in his profession chiefly on account of an average amount of

natural astuteness, and also because he was one of those favored persons whose nervous system was a whole

and perfect thing. Yet, curiously enough, as he sat in this large, gloomy apartment into which he had been

shown, a room filled with art treasures whose appearance and significance were entirely strange to him, he

felt a certain uneasiness which he was absolutely unable to understand. He was somewhat instinctive in his

likes and dislikes, and from the first he most heartily disliked the room itself,its vague perfumes, its

subdued violet coloring, the faces of the grinning idols, which seemed to meet his gaze in every direction, the

pictures of those fiercelooking warriors who brandished twoedged swords at him from the walls. They

belonged to the period when Japanese art was perhaps in its crudest state, and yet in this uncertain

atmosphere they seemed to possess an extraordinary vitality, as though indeed they were prepared at a

moment's notice to leap from their frames and annihilate this mysterious product of modern days, who in

black clothes and silk hat, unarmed and without physical strength, yet wielded the powers of life and death as

The detective rose from his seat and walked around the room. He made a show of examining the arms against

the walls, the brocaded hangings with their wonderful design of faded gold, the ivory statuettes, the black god

who sat on his haunches and into whose face seemed carved some dumb but eternal power. Movement was in

some respects a solace, but the sound of a hansom bell tinkling outside was a much greater relief. He crossed

to the windows and looked out over the somewhat silent square. A hurdygurdy was playing in the corner

opposite the club, just visible from where he stood. The members were passing in and out. The

commissionaire stood stolidly in his place, raising every now and then his cab whistle to his lips. A flickering

sunlight fell upon the windshaken lilac trees in the square enclosure. Inspector Jacks found himself wishing

that the perfume of those lilacs might reach even to where he stood, and help him to forget for a moment that

subtler and to him curiously unpleasant odor which all the time became more and more apparent. So

overpowering did he feel it that he tried even to open the window, but found it an impossible task. The

He turned around and walked uneasily toward the door. He decided then that this was some sort of gruesome

nightmare with which he was afflicted. He was quite certain that in a few minutes he would wake in his little

iron bedstead with the sweat upon his forehead and a reproachful consciousness of having eaten an indiscreet

supper. It could not possibly be a happening in real life! It could not be true that his knees were sinking

beneath the weight of his body, that the clanging of iron hammers was really smiting the drums of his ears,

that the purple of the room was growing red, and that his veins wee strained to bursting! He threw out his

arms in a momentary instinct of fiercely struggling consciousness. The idols on the walls jeered at him.

Those strangely clad warriors seemed to him now to be looking down upon his discomfiture with a satanic

smile, mocking the pygmy who had dared to raise his hand against one so jealously guarded. Clang once

The end of the nightmare was not altogether according to Inspector Jacks' expectations. He found himself in a

small back room, stretched upon a sofa before the open Frenchwindows, through which came a pleasant

vision of waving green trees and a pleasanter stream of fresh air. His first instinct was to sniff, and a sense of

relief crept through him when he realized that this room, at any rate, was free from abnormal odors. He sat up

on the couch. A palefaced Japanese servant stood by his side with a glass in his hand. A few feet away, the

man whom he had come to visit was looking down upon him with an expression of grave concern in his

"I am better," Inspector Jacks muttered. "I don't knowI can't imagine what happened to me."

"You were not feeling quite well, perhaps, this morning," the Prince said soothingly. "A little run down, no

doubt. Your professionI gather from your card that you come from Scotland Yardis an arduous one. I

Inspector Jacks was making a swift recovery. He noticed that the glass which the manservant was holding

was empty. He had a dim recollection of something having been forced through his lips. Already he was

"I was absolutely and entirely well," he declared stoutly, "both when I left home this morning and when I

entered that room to wait for you. I don't know what it was that came over me," he continued doubtfully, "but

"People often complain," he admitted. "So many of my hangings in the room have been wrapped in spices to

preserve them, and my people burn dead blossoms there occasionally. Some of us, too," he concluded, "are

very susceptible to strange odors. I should imagine, perhaps, that you are one of them."

"I call myself a strong man," he said, "and I couldn't have believed that anything of the sort would have

"I shouldn't worry about it," the Prince said gently. "Go and see your doctor, if you like, but I have known

many people, perfectly healthy, affected in the same way. I understood that you wished to have a word with

me. Do you feel well enough to enter upon your business now, or would you prefer to make another

"I am feeling quite well again, thank you," the Inspector said slowly. "If you could spare me a few minutes, I

The Prince merely glanced at his servant, who bowed and glided noiselessly from the room. Then he drew an

"I am very much interested to meet you, Mr. Inspector Jacks," he remarked, with a glance at the card which

he was still holding in his fingers. "I have studied very many of your English institutions during my stay over

here with much interest, but it has not been my good fortune to have come into touch at all with your police

system. Sir Goreham Briggsyour chief, I believehas invited me several times to Scotland Yard, and I

have always meant to avail myself of his kindness. You come to me, perhaps, from him?"

"Indeed?" he said. "Well, whatever it is, let us hear it. I trust that I have not unconsciously transgressed

"Prince," he said, "my errand is not in any way a pleasant one, and I should be very sorry indeed to find

myself in the position of bringing any annoyance upon a stranger and a gentleman who is so highly esteemed.

At the same time there are certain duties in connection with my everyday life which I cannot ignore. In

England, as I dare say you know, sir, the law is a great leveller. I have heard that it is not quite so in your

"That is excellent," the Prince said. "Please believe, Mr. Inspector Jacks, that I do not wish to stand for a

single moment between you and your duty, whatever it may be. Let me hear just what you have to say, as

though I were an ordinary dweller here. While I am in England, at any rate," he added with a smile, "I am

"It has fallen to my lot," Inspector Jacks said, "to take charge of the investigations following upon the murder

of a man named Hamilton Fynes, who was killed on his way from Liverpool to London about a fortnight

"I believe," he said amiably, "that I remember hearing the matter spoken of. It was the foundation of a debate,

I recollect, at a recent dinner party, as to the extraordinarily exaggerated value people in your country seem to

claim for human life, as compared to us Orientals. But pray proceed, Mr. Inspector Jacks," the Prince

"You are very kind, sir," said the Inspector. "I do my best, but I might admit to you that I have never found a

case so difficult to grasp. Our methods perhaps are slow, but they are, in a sense, sure. We are building up our

case, and we hope before long to secure the criminal, but it is not an easy task."

"The evidence which I have collected from various sources," Inspector Jacks continued, "leads me to believe

"What you call an alien," the Prince suggested. "There is much discussion, I gather, concerning their presence

"The evidence which I possess," the detective proceeded, "points to the murderer belonging to the same

"I am sorry," the Prince said, with a touch of added gravity in his manner, "that one of my race should have

committed a misdemeanor in this country, but if that is so, your way, of course, is clear. You must arrest him

and deal with him as an ordinary English criminal. He is here to live your life, and he must obey your laws."

"In time, sir," Inspector Jacks said slowly, "we hope to do so, but over here we may not arrest upon suspicion.

We have to collect evidence, and build and build until we can satisfy any reasonable individual that the

"I come now," Inspector Jacks said slowly, "to the object of my call upon Your Highness. Following upon

what I have just told you, certain other information has come into my possession to this effectthat not only

was this murderer a Japanese, but we have evidence which seems to suggest that he was attached in some

"Mr. Jacks," he said, "you are, I am sure, a very clever man. Let me ask you one question. Has it ever fallen

"Then I am afraid," the Prince said, "that you are once more in that position. I have attached to my household

fourteen Japanese servants, a secretary, a majordomo, and a butler. It may interest you, perhaps, to know that

during my residence in this country not one of my retinue, with the exception of my secretary, who has been

"Never left the house?" he repeated. "Do you mean, sir, that they do not go out for holidays, for exercise, to

"Such things are not the custom with us," he said. "They are my servants. The duty of their life is service.

London is a world unknown to themLondon and all these Western cities. They have no desire to be made

mock of in your streets. Their life is given to my interests. They do not need distractions."

Inspector Jacks was dumfounded. Such a state of affairs seemed to him impossible.

"Do you mean that they do not take exercise," he asked, "that they never breathe the fresh air?"

"Such fresh air as your city can afford them," he said, "is to be found in the garden there, into which I never

penetrate and which is for their use. I see that you look amazed, Mr. Inspector Jacks. This thing which I have

told you seems strange, no doubt, but you must not confuse the servants of my country with the servants of

yours. I make no comment upon the latter. You know quite well what they are; so do I. With us, service is a

religion,service to country and service to master. These men who perform the duties of my household

would give their lives for me as cheerfully as they would for their country, should the occasion arise."

"But their health?" the Inspector protested. "It is not, surely, well for them to be herded together like this?"

"I am not what is called a sportsman in this country, Mr. Inspector Jacks," he said, "but you shall go to the

house of any nobleman you choose, and if you will bring me an equal number of your valets or footmen or

chefs, who can compete with mine in running or jumping or wrestling, then I will give you a prize what you

willa hundred pounds, or more. You see, my servants have learned the secret of diet. They drink nothing

"Prince," he said, "what should you declare, then, if I told you that a man of obvious Japanese extraction was

seen to enter your house on the morning after the murder, and that he was a person to whom certain

"Mr. Inspector Jacks," the Prince said calmly, "I was the only person of my race who entered my house that

"Your Highness," he said gravely, "I am exceedingly obliged to you for your courteous attention, and for

"Mr. Inspector Jacks," he said, "your visit has been of great interest to me. If I can be of any further

Inspector Jacks studied the brass plate for a moment, and then rang the patients' bell. The former, he noticed

was very much in want of cleaning, and for a doctor's residence there was a certain lack of smartness about

the house and its appointments which betokened a limited practice. The railing in front was broken, and no

pretence had been made at keeping the garden in order. Inspector Jacks had time to notice these things, for it

was not until after his second summons that the door was opened by Dr. Whiles himself.

"Good morning!" the latter said tentatively. Then, with a slight air of disappointment, he recognized his

"Good morning, doctor!" Inspector Jacks replied. "You haven't forgotten me, I hope? I came down to see you

a short time ago, respecting the man who was knocked down by a motor car and treated by you on a certain

He led the way into a somewhat dingy waiting room. A copy of the FIELD, a month old, a dogeared

magazine, and a bound volume of GOOD WORDS were spread upon the table. The room itself, except for a

"I do not wish to take up too much of your time, Dr. Whiles," the Inspector began,

"You needn't bother about that," he said. "I'm tired of making a bluff. My time isn't any too well occupied."

"If you are really not busy," he said, "I was about to suggest to you that you should come back to town with

me and lunch. I do not expect, of course, to take up your day for nothing," he continued. "You will

understand, as a professional man, that when your services are required by the authorities, they expect and are

"But what use can I be to you?" the doctor asked. "You know all about the man whom I fixed up on the night

of the murder. There's nothing more to tell you about that. I'd as soon go up to town and lunch with you as

not, but if you think that I've anything more to tell you, you'll only be disappointed."

"I'm quite content to run the risk of that," he said. "Of course," he continued, "it does not follow in the least

that this person was in any way connected with the murder. In fact, so far as I can tell at present, the chances

are very much against it. But at the same time it would interest my chief if you were able to identify him."

"If you will consider a day spent up in town equivalent to the treatment of twentyfive patients at your

ordinary scale," Inspector Jacks said, "I shall be glad if you would accompany me there by the next train. We

The doctor did not attempt to conceal the fact that he found this suggestion entirely satisfactory. In less than

Curiously enough, Penelope and Prince Maiyo met that morning for the first time in several days. They were

both guests of the Duchess of Devenham at a large luncheon party at the Savoy Restaurant. Penelope felt a

little shiver when she saw him coming down the stairs. Somehow or other, she had dreaded this meeting, yet

when it came, she knew that it was a relief. There was no change in his manner, no trace of anxiety in his

smooth, unruffled face. He seemed, if possible, to have grown younger, to walk more buoyantly. His eyes

met hers frankly, his smile was wholly unembarrassed. It was not possible for a man to bear himself thus who

So far from avoiding her, he came over to her side directly he had greeted his hostess.

"This morning," he said, "I heard some good news. You are to be a fellow guest at Devenham."

"I am afraid," she admitted, "that of my two aunts I impose most frequently upon the one where my claims

"She is charming," the Prince declared. "I am looking forward to my visit immensely. I think I am a little

weary of London. A visit to the country seems to me most delightful. They tell me, too, that your spring

gardens are wonderful. What London suffers from, I think, at this time of the year, is a lack of flowers. We

want something to remind us that the spring is coming, besides these occasional gleams of blue sky and very

"No, I think not," he answered seriously. "I love all beautiful things. I think that there are many men as well

as women who are like that. Shall I be very rude and say that in the matter of climate and flowers one grows,

"Miss Penelope," he said under his breath, "I have to admit that one must travel further afield for Heaven's

"Every one is here," she said. "I hope that you are all hungry. After lunch, Prince, I want you to speak to

General Sherrif. He has been dying to meet you, to talk over your campaign together in Manchuria. There's

another man who is anxious to meet you, too,Professor Spenlove. He has been to Japan for a month, and

thinks about writing a book on your customs. I believe he looks to you to correct his impressions."

"That is positively the most unkind thing I have ever heard you say," the Duchess declared. "Come along,

you good people. Jules has promised me a new omelet, on condition that we sit down at precisely halfpast

They took their places at the round table which had been reserved for the Duchess of Devenham,not very

far, Penelope remembered, from the table at which they had sat for dinner a little more than a fortnight ago.

The recollection of that evening brought her a sudden realization of the tragedy which seemed to have taken

her life into its grip. Again the Prince sat by her side. She watched him with eyes in which there was a gleam

sometimes almost of horror. Easy and natural as usual, with his pleasant smile and simple speech, he was

making himself agreeable to one of the older ladies of the party, to whom, by chance, no one had addressed

more than a word or so. It was always the samealways like this, she realized, with a sudden keen

apprehension of this part of the man's nature. If there was a kindness to be done, a thoughtful action, it was

not only he who did it but it was he who first thought of it. The papers during the last few days had been

making public an incident which he had done his best to keep secret. He had signalized his arrival in London,

some months ago, by going overboard from a police boat into the Thames to rescue a halfdrunken

lighterman, and when the Humane Society had voted him their medal, he had accepted it only on condition

that the presentation was private and kept out of the papers. It was not one but fifty kindly deeds which stood

to his credit. Always with the manners of a Princegracious, courteous, and genialnever a word had

passed his lips of evil towards any human being. The barriers today between the smoking room and the

drawing room are shadowy things, and she knew very well that he was held in a somewhat curious respect by

men, as a person to whom it was impossible to tell a story in which there was any shadow of indelicacy. The

ways of the socalled man of world seemed in his presence as though they must be the ways of some creature

of a different and a lower stage of existence. A young man whom he had once corrected had christened him,

half jestingly, Sir Galahad, and certainly his life in London, a life which had to bear all the while the test of

the limelight, had appeared to merit some such title. These thoughts chased one another through her mind as

she looked at him and marvelled. Surely those other things must be part of a bad nightmare! It was not

possible that such a man could be associated with wrongdoingsuch manner of wrongdoing!

Even while these thoughts passed through her brain, he turned to talk to her, and she felt at once that little

"I am looking forward so much," he said, "to my stay at Devenham. You know, it will not be very much

"You mean that the time is really coming when we shall lose you?" she asked suddenly.

"When my work is finished, I return home," he answered. "I fancy that it will not be very long now."

"When you do leave England," she asked after a moment's pause, "do you go straight to Japan?"

"With the Continent I have finished," he said. "The cruiser which His Majesty has sent to fetch me waits even

"You speak of your work," she remarked, "as though you had been collecting material for a book."

"I have been busy collecting information in many ways," he said,"trying to live your life and feel as you

feel, trying to understand those things in your country, and in other countries too, which seem at first so

His eyes gleamed for a moment with a light which she did not understand. His smile was tolerant, even

"It is for the good of Japan I came," he said, "for her good that I have stayed here so long. At the same time it

She leaned a little forward so as to look into his face. The impassivity of his features was like a wall before

"After all," she said, "I suppose it is a period of probation. You are like a schoolboy already who is looking

"I shall be very happy indeed," he admitted simply. "Why not?" I am a true son of Japan, and, for every true

son of his country, absence from her is as hard a thing to be borne as absence from one's own family."

Somerfield, who was sitting on her other side, insisted at last upon diverting her attention.

"Penelope," he declared, lowering his voice a little, "it isn't fair. You never have a word to say to me when

"And then," Penelope continued, with the air of not having heard her companion's last remark, "he possesses

also a very great attraction. He is absolutely unlike any other human being I ever met or heard of."

"I've nothing to say against the fellow," he remarked, "except that it seems queer nowadays to run up against

a man of his birth who is not a sportsman,in the sense of being fond of sport, I mean," he corrected himself

"Sometimes I wonder," Penelope said thoughtfully, "whether such speeches as the one which you have just

made do not indicate something totally wrong in our modern life. You, for instance, have no profession,

Charlie, and you devote your life to a systematic course of what is nothing more or less than

pleasureseeking. You hunt or you shoot, you play polo or golf, you come to town or you live in the country,

entirely according to the seasons. If any one asked you why you had not chosen a profession, you would as

good as tell them that it was because you were a rich man and had no need to work for your living. That is

practically what it comes to. You Englishmen work only if you need money. If you do not need money, you

play. The Prince is wealthy, but his profession was ordained for him from the moment when he left the

cradle. The end and aim of his life is to serve his country, and I believe that he would consider it sacrilege if

he allowed any slighter things to divert at any time his mind from its main purpose. He would feel like a

"That's all very well," Somerfield said coolly, "but there's nothing in life nowadays to make us quite so

"Isn't there?" Penelope answered. "You are an Englishman, and you should know. Are you convinced, then,

that your country today is at the height of her prosperity, safe and sound, bound to go on triumphant,

"What on earth's got hold of you, Penelope?" he asked. "Have you been reading the sensational papers, or

"None of those things, I can assure you," she said. "A man like the Prince makes one think, because, you see,

every standard of life we have is a standard of comparison. When one sees the sort of man he is, one

wonders. When one sees how far apart he is from you Englishmen in his ideals and the way he spends his

"We do well enough," he said. "Japan is the youngest of the nations. She has a long way to go to catch us up."

"We do well enough!" she repeated under her breath. "There was a great city once which adopted that as her

"You should have talked more to Lady Grace," she answered. "I am sure that she is quite ready to believe that

you are perfection, and the English army the one invincible institution in the world. You mustn't take me too

seriously today, Charlie. I have a headache, and I think that it has made me dull." . . .

They trooped out into the foyer in irregular fashion to take their coffee. The Prince and Penelope were side by

"What I like about your restaurant life," the Prince said, "is the strange mixture of classes which it

The Prince followed her slight gesture. Inspector Jacks and Dr. Spencer Whiles were certainly just a little out

of accord with their surroundings. The detective's clothes were too new and his companion's too old. The

doctor's clothes indeed were as shabby as his waiting room, and he sat where the sunlight was merciless.

"How singular," the Prince remarked with a smile, "that you should have pointed those two men out! One of

them I know, and, if you will excuse me for a moment, I should like to speak to him."

Penelope was not capable of any immediate answer. The Prince, with a kindly and yet gracious smile, walked

"I hope you have quite recovered, Mr. Inspector," the Prince said, holding out his hand in friendly fashion. "I

have felt very guilty over your indisposition. I am sure that I keep my rooms too close for English people."

"Thank you, Prince," the Inspector answered, "I am perfectly well again. In fact, I have not felt anything of

"I am glad," he said. "Next time you are good enough to pay me a visit, I will see that you do not suffer in the

He nodded kindly and rejoined his friends. The Inspector resumed his seat and busied himself with relighting

"It's queer," he said, "how all these Japanese seem to one to look so much alike, and yet"

"I was," the doctor admitted. "For a moment it seemed to me like the same man with a different manner."

"I could not tell," he said. "I should like to see him again. I wasn't prepared, and there was something so

The pause was expressive. Inspector Jacks' eyes brightened. He hated to feel that his day had been altogether

Inspector Jacks was in luck at last. Eleven times he had called at St. Thomas's Hospital and received the same

reply. Today he was asked to wait. The patient was betterwould be able to see him. Soon a nurse in neat

" A matter of depositions," the Inspector exclaimed. "I'd rather let it go, though, if he's sure to recover."

"It's a simple case," she answered, "and his constitution is excellent. There isn't the least need for your to

The Inspector sat down by the bedside. The patient, a young man, welcomed him a little shyly.

"You have come to ask me about what I saw in Pall Mall and opposite the Hyde Park Hotel?" he said,

speaking slowly and in a voice scarcely raised above a whisper. "I told them all before the operation, but they

"Tell me your own way," he said. "Don't hurry. We can get the particulars later on. Glad you're going to be

"It was touch and go," the young man declared with a note of awe in his tone. "If the omnibus wheel had

turned a foot more, I should have lost both my legs. It was all through watching that chap hop out of the

"That's so," the patient admitted. "I was on my wayCharing Cross to the Kensington Palace Hotel, on a

bicycle. There was a blockcorner of Pall Mall and Haymarket. I caught holdtaxi in frontto steady

The nurse bent over him with a glass in her hand. She raised him a little with the other arm.

"Not too much of this, you know, young man," she said with a pleasant smile. "Here's something to make you

"Holding the back of a taxicab, corner of Regent Street and Haymarket," Inspector Jacks reminded him.

"There was an electric brougham," he continued, drawn up alongside the taxi. While we were there, waiting, I

saw a chap get out, speak to some one through the window of the taxi, open the door, and step in. When we

moved on, he stayed in the taxi. Dark, slim chap he was," the patient continued, "a regular howling

"I kept behind the taxi," the youth continued. "We got blocked again at Hyde Park Corner. I saw him step out

of the taxi and disappear amongst the vehicles. "A moment or two later, I passed the taxi and looked insaw

something had happenedthe fellow was lying sideways. It gave me a bit of a start. I skidded, and over I

went. Sort of had an idea that every one in the world had started shouting to me, and felt that I was half

"Should you know the man again?" the Inspector asked. "I mean the man whom you saw enter and leave the

"Right, nurse," he said. "I'm off. Take care of our young friend. He is going to be very useful to us as soon as

he can use his feet and get about. I'll come and sit with you for half an hour next visiting day, if I may?" he

"Glad to see you," the youth answered. "My people live down in the country, and I haven't many pals."

Inspector Jacks left the hospital thoughtfully. The smell of anaesthetics somehow reminded him of the library

in the house at the corner of St. James' Square. It was not altogether by chance, perhaps, that he found himself

walking in that direction. He was in Pall Mall, in fact, before he realized where he was, and at the corner of

St. James' Square and Pall Mall he came face to face with Prince Maiyo, walking slowly westwards.

The meeting between the two men was a characteristic one. The Inspector suffered no signs of surprise or

even interest to creep into his expressionless face. The Prince, on the other hand, did not attempt to conceal

his pleasure at this unexpected encounter. His lips parted in a delightful smile. He ignored the Inspector's

"Mr. Inspector Jacks," he said, "you are the one person whom I desired to see. You are not busy, I hope? You

The Inspector hesitated for a moment. He was versed in every form of duplicity, and yet he felt that in the

presence of this young aristocrat, who was smiling upon him so delightfully, he was little more than a babe in

wisdom, an amateur pure and simple. He was conscious, too, of a sentiment which rarely intruded itself into

his affairs. He was conscious of a strong liking for this debonair, pleasantfaced young man, who treated him

not only as an equal, but as an equal in whose society he found an especial pleasure.

"Inspector Jacks," he said, "you are a wonderful man. Even now you are asking yourself, What does he want

to say to mePrince Maiyo? Is he going to ask me questions, or will he tell me things which I should like to

hear?' You know, Mr. Inspector Jacks, between ourselves, you are just a little interested in me, is it not so?"

The detective was dumb. He stood there patiently waiting. He had the air of a man who declines to commit

"Just a little interested in me, I think," the Prince murmured, smiling at his companion. "Ah, well, many of

the things I do over here, perhaps, must seem very strange. And that reminds me. Only a short time ago you

were asking questions about the man who travelled from Liverpool to London and reached his destination

with a dagger through his heart. Tell me, Mr. Inspector Jacks, have you discovered the murderer yet?"

"I have heard you speak of this affair," the Prince continued, "and before now I expected to read in the papers

that you had put your hand upon the guilty one. If you have not done so, I am very sure that there is some

"I think so," he assented, "I think I follow you. On the very next day there was another tragedy which seemed

to me even more terrible. I mean the murder of that young fellow Vanderpole, of the American Embassy. Mr.

Inspector Jacks, has it ever occurred to you, I wonder, that it might be as well to let the solution of one await

"Occasionally," he admitted reluctantly, "when one is following up a clue, one discovers things."

"You are wonderful!" the Prince declared. "You are, indeed! I know what is in your mind. You have said to

yourself, Between these two murders there is some connection. They were both done by the hand of a master

criminal. The victims in both cases were Americans.' You said to yourself, First of all, I will discover the

motive; then, perhaps, a clue which seems to belong to the one will lead me to the other, or both?' You are

not sure which way to turn. There is nothing there upon which you can lay your hand. You say to yourself, I

will make a bluff.' That is the word, is it not? You come to me. You tell me gravely that you have reason to

suspect some one in my household. That is because you believe that the crimes were perpetrated by some one

of my country. You do not ask for information. You think, perhaps, that I would not give it. You confront me

"No doubt," the Prince agreed. "And now, tell me, when are you going to electrify us all? When is the great

"I am not yet in a position, sir," he said, "to make any definite announcement."

"Cautious, Mr. Jacks, cautious!" the Prince remarked smilingly. "It is a great quality,a quality which I, too,

have learned how to appreciate. And now for our five minutes' talk. If I say to you, Return home with me,' I

think you will remember that unpleasant room of mine, and you will recollect an important engagement at

Scotland Yard. In the clubs one is always overheard. Walk with me a little way, Mr. Jacks, in St. James' Park.

He thrust his arm through the detective's and led him across the street. Mr. Inspector Jacks was only human,

and he yielded without protest. They passed St. James' Palace and on to the broad promenade, where there

"You see, my dear Inspector," the Prince said, "I am really a sojourner in your marvellous city not altogether

for pleasure. My stay over here is more in the light of a mission. I have certain arrangements which I wish to

effect for the good of my country. Amongst them is one concerning which I should like to speak to you."

"It is a very important matter, Mr. Jacks," he said. "It is nothing less than a desire on the part of the city

government of Tokio to perfect thoroughly their police system on the model of yours over here. We are a

progressive nation, you know, Mr. Jacks, but we are also a young nation, and though I think that we advance

all the time, we are still in many respects a long way behind you. We have no Scotland Yard in Tokio. To be

frank with you, the necessity for such an institution has become a real thing with us only during the last few

"I can't say, sir," he admitted, "that I have done much reading since I left school, and that was many years

"Well," the Prince said, "It is one of the axioms of history, Mr. Jacks, that as a country becomes civilized and

consequently more prosperous, there is a corresponding growth in her criminal classes, a corresponding need

for a different state of laws by which to judge them, a different machinery for checking their growth. We

have arrived at that position in Japan, and in my latest despatches from home comes to me a request that I

send them out a man who shall reorganize our entire police system. I am a judge of character, Mr. Jacks, and

if I can get the man I want, I do not need to ask my friends at Downing Street to help me. I should like you to

The Inspector was scarcely prepared for this. He allowed himself to show some surprise.

"I am very much obliged to you, Prince, for the offer," he said. "I am afraid, however, that I should not be

"I do not think, either," the detective continued, "that at my time of life I should care to go so far from home

"It must be as you will, of course," the Prince declared. "Only remember, Mr. Jacks, that a great nation like

mine which wants a particular man for a particular purpose is not afraid to pay for him. Your work out there

would certainly take you no more than three years. For that three years' work you would receive the sum of

"You could hardly call it that," he said. "Still, it would enable you to live in comfort for the rest of your life."

"That, perhaps," the Prince replied, "would seem the hardest part of all. You would be required to start

"So far as regards your position at Scotland Yard," he said, "I have influential friends in your Government

who will put that right for you. You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness in that direction. Remember,

Mr. Inspector, thirty thousand pounds, and a free hand while you are in my country. You are a man, I should

judge, of fiftytwo or fiftythree years of age. You can spend your fiftysixth birthday in England, then, and

"And this sum of money," the detective said, "is for my services in building up the police force of Tokio?"

"And incidentally," the detective continued, glancing cautiously at his companion, "it is the price of my

The Prince walked on in silence. Every line in his face seemed slowly to have hardened. His brows had

contracted. He was looking steadfastly forward at the great front of Buckingham Palace.

"I am disappointed in you, Mr. Jacks," he said a little stiffly. "I do not understand your allusion. The money I

have mentioned is to be paid to you for certain welldefined services. The other matter you speak of does not

interest me. It is no concern of mine whether this man of whom you are in search is brought to justice or not.

"Prince," he said, "there can be no question about that. I thank you very much for it, but I must decline."

"Under certain conditions," the Prince continued, "I should have imagined that the climate here might prove

most unhealthy for you. You must remember that I was a witness of your slight indisposition the other day."

"I am very sorry," he said simply. "It was a great post, and it was one which you would have filled well. It is

"I shall not seek in any case to persuade you," he said. "My offer remains open if you should change your

mind. Think, too, over what I have said about our climate. At your time of life, Mr. Inspector Jacks, and

particularly at this season of the year, one should be careful. A sea voyage now would, I am convinced, be the

The Prince turned towards Buckingham Palace, and the Inspector slowly retraced his steps.

"It is a bribe!" he muttered to himself slowly,"a cleverly offered bribe! Thirty thousand pounds to forget

There were some days when the absence of patients seemed to Dr. Spencer Whiles a thing almost

insupportable. Too late he began to realize that he had set up in the wrong neighborhood. In years to come, he

reflected gloomily, when the great building estate which was to have been developed more than a year ago

was really opened up, there might be an opportunity where he was, a very excellent opportunity, too, for a

young doctor of ability. Just now, however, the outlook was almost hopeless. He found himself even looking

eagerly forward every day for another visit from Mr. Inspector Jacks. Another trip to town would mean a

peep into the world of luxury, whose doors were so closely barred against him, and, what was more important

still, it would mean a fee which would keep the wolf from the door for another week. It had come to that with

Dr. Whiles. His little stock of savings was exhausted. Unless something turned up within the course of the

next few weeks, he knew very well that there was nothing left for him to do but to slip away quietly into the

embrace of the more shady parts of the great city, to find a situation somewhere, somehow, beyond the ken of

Mr. Inspector Jacks, however, had apparently no further use, for the present at any rate, for his medical

friend. On the other hand, Dr. Spencer Whiles was not left wholly to himself. On the fourth day after his visit

to London a motor car drew up outside his modest surgery door, and with an excitement which he found it

almost impossible to conceal, he saw a plainly dressed young man, evidently a foreigner and, he believed, a

Japanese, descend and ring the patients' bell. The doctor had dismissed his boy a week ago, from sheer

inability to pay his modest wages, and he did not hesitate for a moment about opening the door himself. The

"It is here, perhaps," the latter continued, "that a gentleman who was riding a bicycle and was run into by a

"That is so," Dr. Whiles admitted. "There was nothing much the matter with him. He had rather a narrow

"I am that gentleman's servant," the visitor continued with a bland smile. "He has sent me down here to see

you. The leg which was injured is perfectly well, but there was a pain in the side of which he spoke to you,

which has not disappeared. This morning, in fact, it is worse,much worse. My master, therefore, has sent

me to you. He begs that if it is not inconvenient you will return with me at once and examine him."

"In the West end of London, sir," was the reply. "The Square of St. James it is called."

"It will take me some time to go there with you," he said, "and I shall have to arrange with a friend to treat

any other patients. Do you think your master will understand that I shall need an increased fee?"

"My master desired me to say," the other answered, "that he would be prepared to pay any fee you cared to

mention. Money is not of account with him. He has not had occasion to seek medical advice in London, and

as he is leaving very soon, he did not wish to send for a strange physician. He remembered with gratitude

"That's all right," Dr. Whiles declared, "so long as it's understood. You'll excuse me for a moment while I

Dr. Whiles had no note to write, but he made a few changes in his toilet which somewhat improved his

appearance. In due course he reappeared and was rapidly whirled up to London, the sole passenger in the

magnificent car. The man who had brought him the message from his quondam patient was sitting in front,

next the chauffeur, so Dr. Whiles had no opportunity of asking him for any information concerning his

master. Nor did the car itself slacken speed until it drew up before the door of the large corner house in St.

James' Square. A footman in dark livery came running out; a butler bowed upon the steps. Dr. Spencer

Whiles was immensely impressed. The servants were all Japanese, but their livery and manners were

faultless. He made his way into the hall and followed the butler up the broad stairs.

"My master," the latter explained, "will receive you very shortly. He is but party dressed at present."

Dr. Spencer Whiles came of a family of successful tradespeople, and he was not used to such quiet

magnificence as was everywhere displayed. Yet, with it all, there seemed to him to be an air of gloom about

the place, something almost mysterious in the silence of the thick carpets, the subdued voices, and the

absence of maidservants. The house itself was apparently an old one. He noticed that the doors were very

heavy and thick, the corridors roomy, the absence of light almost remarkable. The apartment into which he

was shown, however, came as a pleasant surprise. It was small, but delightfully furnished in the most modern

"My master will come to you in a few minutes," the butler announced. "What refreshments may I have the

Dr. Whiles waved aside the invitation,he would at any rate remain professional. The man withdrew, and

almost immediately afterwards Prince Maiyo entered the room. The doctor rose to his feet with a little thrill

"I am very pleased to see you again, doctor," he said. "You looked after me so well last time that I was afraid

"I am glad to find that you are not suffering," the doctor answered. "I understood from your servant that you

"It troubles me at times," the Prince admitted, drawing a chair up towards his visitor,"just sufficiently,

perhaps, to give me the excuse of seeking a little conversation with you. You must let me offer you

"You are very good," the doctor answered. "Perhaps I had better examine you first."

"That," he said, "can wait. In my country, you know, we do not consider that a guest is properly treated

unless he partakes of our hospitality the moment he crosses the threshold. The whiskey and soda water," he

ordered of the butler who appeared at the door. "We will talk of my ailments," the Prince continued, "in a

moment or two. Tell me what you thought of that marvellous restaurant where I saw you the other morning?"

"But naturally," the Prince murmured. "I took it for granted that you would recognize me."

The doctor found some difficulty in proceeding. He was trying to imagine the cousin of an Emperor riding a

bicycle along a country road, staggering into his surgery at midnight, covered with dust, inarticulate, pointing

"Nothing," the Prince continued easily, "has impressed me more in your country than the splendor of your

restaurants. You see, that side of your life represents something we are altogether ignorant of in Japan."

"It is a very wonderful place," the doctor admitted. "We had luncheon, my friend and I, in the grillroom, but

we came for a few minutes into the foyer to watch the people from the restaurant."

"By the bye," he remarked, "it is strange that my very good friendMr. Inspector Jacksshould also be a

"He is scarcely that," the doctor objected. "I have known him for a very short time."

The Prince raised his eyebrows. The whiskey and soda were brought, and the doctor helped himself. How

curiously deficient these Westerners were, the Prince thought, in every instinct of duplicity! As clearly as

possible the doctor had revealed the fact that his acquaintance with Inspector Jacks was of precisely that

"Now, Dr. Whiles," he said, "I will tell you something. You must listen to me very carefully, please. I sent for

you not so much on account of any immediate pain but because my general health has been giving me a little

trouble lately. I have come to the conclusion that I require the services of a medical attendant always at

"Perhaps not," the Prince answered. "Perhaps even, there is not for the moment very much the matter with

me. One has humors, you know, my dear doctor. I have a somewhat large suite here with me in England, but

I do not number amongst them a physician. I wanted to ask you to accept that position in my household for

"That is exactly what I do mean," the Prince answered. "I am thankful to observe that your apprehensions are

so acute. I warn you that I am going to make some very curious conditions. I do not know whether money is

an object to you. If not, I am powerless. If it is, I propose to make it worth your while."

"Money," he said, "is the greatest object in life to me. I have none, and I want some very badly."

"I find your candor delightful," he declared. "Now tell me, Dr. Whiles, how many patients have you in your

Once more the Prince's lips parted. His smile this time was definite, transfiguring.

"I find you, Dr. Whiles," he announced, "a most charmingly reasonable person. I make you my offer, then,

with every confidence, although I warn you that there will be some strange conditions attached to it. I ask you

to accept the post of private physician to this household for the space of oneit may be two months, and I

The doctor sat quite still for a moment. He was in a condition when speech was difficult. Then his eyes fell

upon his tumbler of whiskey and soda still half filled. He emptied it at a draught.

"I trust that you will find the sum attractive," the Prince said smoothly, "because, as I have warned you

"You are the man I thought you were, doctor," he said. "The first condition, then, is this. You see the sitting

room we are now ina pleasant little apartment, I think,books, you see, papers, a smoking cabinet in

which I can assure you that you will find the finest Havana cigars and the best cigarettes to be procured in

London. Through here"the Prince threw open an inner door"is a small sleeping apartment. It has, as you

"These two rooms will be yours," the Prince announced, "and the first condition of our arrangement is that

"In absolute earnest," the Prince assured him. "Not only that, but I require you to keep your whereabouts,

until after the period of time I have mentioned, an entire secret from every one. I gather that you are not

married, and that there is no one living in your house to whom it would seem necessary to disclose your

movements. In any case, this is another of my conditions. You are neither to write nor receive any letters

whilst here. You are to figure in the neighborhood from which you came as a man who has disappeared,as

a man, in short, who has found it impossible to pay his way and has preferred simply to slip out of his place.

At the end of two months you can reappear or not, as you choose. That rests with yourself."

The doctor smiled faintly. To make some sort of disappearance had been his precise intention, but to

disappear in this fashion and make his return to the world with a thousand guineas in his pocket, had not

exactly come within the scope of his imagination. It was a situation full of allurements. Nevertheless he was

"I am to live in these two rooms?" he demanded. "I am to let no one know where I am, to write no letters, to

"I suppose," the doctor asked, "my friend Mr. Jacks was speaking the truth when he told me your name?"

"You are to be my only patient," he said thoughtfully. "May I take the liberty of feeling your pulse, Prince?"

"There is, of course, nothing whatever the matter with you," he declared. "You are, I should say, in absolutely

"On the contrary," the Prince protested, smiling, "I need you, Dr. Whiles, so much that I am paying you a

"It is not your business to think that or to know that," the Prince said. "Do you accept my offer?"

"Do not let us suppose that," he said. "It is not a pleasant suggestion. I do not think that you mean to refuse."

"Frankly, I do not," the doctor answered. "And yet treat it as a whim of mine and answer my question.

"The matter would arrange itself in precisely the same way," the Prince answered. "You would not leave

"This is rather hard luck on Inspector Jacks," he said. "He paid me ten guineas the other day to lunch with

"Mr. Inspector Jacks," the Prince remarked, "is scarcely in a position to bid you an adequate sum for your

"I am not used to motoring," he said, "or interviews of this exciting character. I lunch, as a rule, when I can

"I will send my servant," he said, "to take your orders. My cook is very highly esteemed here, and I can

assure you that you will not be starved. Please also make out a list of the newspapers, magazines, and books

with which you would like to be supplied. I fear that, for obvious reasons, my people would hardly be able to

"I shall do myself the pleasure of seeing you every day," the Prince answered. "There will be time enough for

With an amiable word of farewell the Prince departed. The doctor threw himself into an easy chair. His single

Never did Prince Maiyo show fewer signs of his Japanese origin than when in the company of other men of

his own race. Side by side with His Excellency the Baron Hesho, the contrasts in feature and expression were

so marked as to make it hard, indeed, to believe that these two men could belong to the same nation. The

Baron Hesho had high cheekbones, a yellow skin, closecropped black hair, and wore goldrimmed

spectacles through which he beamed upon the whole world. The Prince, as he lounged in his wicker chair and

watched the blue smoke of his cigarette curl upwards, looked more like an Italianperhaps a Spaniard. The

shape of his head was perfectly Western, perfectly and typically Romanesque. The carriage of his body must

have been inherited from his mother, of whom it was said that no more graceful woman ever walked. Yet

between these two men, so different in all externals, there was the strongest sympathy, although they met but

"Very soon indeed," Prince Maiyo answered. "Next week I go down to Devenham. I understand that the

Prime Minister and Sir Edward Bransome will be there. If so, that, I think, will be practically my

"I have seen very little of you, Maiyo," he said, "since your last visit to the Continent. I take it that your views

"Unchanged indeed," he answered,"unchangeable, I think almost that I might now say. They have been

wonderful months, these last months, Baron," he continued. "I have seen some of those things which we in

Japan have heard about and wondered about all our lives. I have seen the German army at manoeuvres. I have

talked to their officers. Where I could, I have talked to the men. I have been to some of their great socialist

meetings. I have heard them talk about their country and their Emperor, and what would happen to their

officers if war should come. I have seen the French artillery. I have been the guest of the President. I have

tried to understand the peculiar attitude which that country has always adopted toward us. I have been,

unrecognized, in St. Petersburg. I have tried to understand a little the resources of that marvellous country. I

came back here in time for the great review in the Solent. I have seen the most magnificent ships and the

most splendid naval discipline the world has ever known. Then I have explored the interior of this island as

few of our race have explored it before, not for the purpose of studying the manufactures, the trades, the

"I ask no questions," he said. "It is the Emperor's desire, I know, that you go straight to him. I take it that your

"Absolutely" Prince Maiyo answered. "I shall make no great secret of them. You already, my dear Baron,

know, I think, whither they lead. I shall be unpopular for a time, I suppose, and your own position may be

made a little difficult. After that, things will go on pretty much the same. Of one thing, though, I am assured.

I see it as clearly as the shepherd who has lain the night upon the hillside sees the coming day. It may be

twelve months, it may be two years, it may even be three, but before that time has passed the clouds will have

gathered, the storm will have burst. Then, I think, Hesho, our master will be glad that we are free."

"Only a few nights ago," he said, "Captain Koki and the other attaches spent an evening with me. We have

charts and pieces, and with locked doors we played a war game of our own invention. It should all be over in

"You are right," he said. "I have gone over the ground myself. It could be done in even less time. You should

ask a few of our friends to that war game, Baron. How they would smile! You read the newspapers of the

"There is an undercurrent of feeling somewhere," the Prince continued,"one of the cheaper organs is

shrieking all the time a brazen warning. Patriotism, as you and I understand it, dear friend, is long since dead,

but if one strikes hard enough at the flint, some fire may come. Hesho, how short our life is! How little we

can understand! We have only the written words of those who have gone before, to show us the cities and the

empires that have been, to teach us the reasons why they decayed and crumbled away. We have only our own

imagination to help us to look forward into the future and see the empires that may rise, the kingdoms that

shall stand, the kingdoms that shall fall. Amongst them all, Hesho, there is but this much of truth. It is our

own dear country and our one great rival across the Pacific who, in the years to come, must fight for the

"It will be no fight, that," the Ambassador answered slowly,"no fight unless a new prophet is born to them.

The moneypoison is sucking the very blood from their body. The country is slowly but surely becoming

honeycombed with corruption. The voices of its children are like the voices from the tower of Babel. If their

strong man should arise, then the fight will be the fiercest the world has ever known. Even then the end is not

doubtful. The victor will be ours. When the universe is left for them and for us, it will be our sons who shall

The Baron Hesho had laid aside his spectacles. He leaned a little towards his companion. His voice had fallen

"I would speak of something else," he continued. "Soon you go to the Duke's house. You will meet there the

people who are in authority over this country. When you leave it, everything is finished. Tell me, is the way

"No, I am not wonderful," the Ambassador declared. "All the time I have had my fears. Why not? A month

ago I sought your aid. I knew from our friends in New York that a man was on his way to England with

letters which made clear, beyond a doubt, the purpose of this world journey of the American fleet. I sent for

you. We both agreed that it was an absolute necessity for us to know the contents of those letters."

"You discovered them," the Ambassador interrupted. "I have taken no credit for it. The credit is yours. But in

this land there are so many things which one may not do. The bowstring and the knife are unrecognized.

Civilization has set an unwholesome value upon human life. It is the maudlin sentiment which creeps like

"My friend," the Prince answered, "it were better for you not to ask that question."

"Here under this roof," the Baron continued, "is sanctuary, but in the streets and squares beyond, it seems to

meand I have thought this over many times,it seems to me that even the person of the great Prince,

Prince Maiyo shrugged his shoulders. There was gravity in his face, but it was the gravity of a man who has

"I, also," he said, "have weighed this matter very carefully in my mind. What I did was well done, and if the

bill is thrust into my face, I must pay. First of all, Baron, I promise you that I shall finish my work. After that,

what does it matter? You and I know better than this nation of lifeloving shopkeepers. A week, a year, a

span of years,of what account are they to us who have sipped ever so lightly at the great cup? If we died

tomorrow for the glory of our country, should we not say to one another, you and I, that it was well?"

The Baron rose to his feet and bowed. Into his voice there had crept a note almost of reverence.

"Prince," he said, "almost you take me back to the one mother country. Almost your words persuade me that

the strangeness of these Western lands is a passing thing. We wonder, and as we wonder they shall crumble

The Prince also rose. Servants came silently forward, bearing his hat and gloves.

The Prince sent away his carriage and walked homeward, greeting every now and then an acquaintance. He

walked cheerfully and with a smile upon his face. There was nothing in his appearance which could possibly

have indicated to the closest observer that this was a man who had taken death by the hand. At the corner of

Regent Street and Pall Mall he overtook Inspector Jacks. He leaned forward at once and touched the detective

"Mr. Jacks," he said, "it is pleasant to see you once more. I was afraid that I should have to leave without

The Inspector started. The Prince laughed to himself as he watched that gesture. Indeed, a man who showed

"The exact day is not fixed," the Prince replied, "but it is true that I am going home. I have finished my work,

and, you see, there is nothing to keep me over here any longer. Tell me, have you had any fortune yet? I read

the papers every day, hoping to see that you have cleared up those two terrible affairs."

Inspector Jacks watched the people who were passing, for a moment, with a fixed, unseeing gaze.

"I am afraid," he said, "that we must seem to you very slow and very stupid. Very likely we are. And yet, yet

in time we generally reach our goal. Sometimes we go a long way round. Sometimes we wait almost over

"The best of fortune to you, Mr. Jacks!" he said. "I wish you could have cleared these matters up before I left

for home. It is pure selfishness, of course, but I have always felt a great interest in your work."

"If we do not clear them up before you leave the country, Prince," the Inspector answered, "I fear that we

The Prince passed on smiling. A conversation with Inspector Jacks seemed always to inspire him. It was a

fine afternoon and Pall Mall was crowded. In a few moments he came face to face with Somerfield, who

"Sir Charles," the Prince said, "I hope that I shall have the pleasure of meeting you at Devenham?"

"I am not sure," Somerfield answered. "I have been asked, but I promised some time ago to go up to

Scotland. I have a third share in a river there, and the season for salmon is getting on."

"I am sorry," the Prince declared. "I have no doubt, however, but that Miss Morse will induce you to change

your mind. I should regret your absence the more," he continued, "because this, I fear, is the last visit which I

"On the contrary," he said, "I imagine that this will be a long goodbye. I think I can promise you that if ever I

reach Japan I shall remain there. My work in this hemisphere will be accomplished."

Somerfield looked at him with the puzzled air of a man who is face to face with a problem which he cannot

"You'll forgive my putting it so plainly, Prince," he remarked, "but do you mean to say that after having lived

The Prince returned for a moment his companion's perplexed gaze. Then his lips parted, his eyes shone. He

"Sir Charles," he said, "I shall not forget that question. I think that of all the Englishmen whom I have met

you are the most English of all. When I think of your great country, as I often shall do, of her sons and her

daughters, I will promise you that to me you shall always represent the typical man of your race and fortune."

The Prince left his companion loitering along Pall Mall, still a little puzzled. He called a taxi and drove to

Devenham House. The great drawing rooms were almost empty. Lady Grace was just saying goodbye to

"My mother is opening a bazaar somewhere," Lady Grace said. "She will be home very soon. Do let me give

"China tea, very weak, in a china teapot with lemon and no sugar. Isn't that it?" she asked, smiling.

"Lady Grace," he declared, "you spoil me. Perhaps it is because I am going away. Every one is kind to the

"Back to my own country," he answered. "Perhaps in two weeks, perhaps threewho can tell?"

"I am coming to Devenham first," he assented. "I called this afternoon to let your father know the date on

which I could come. I promised that he should hear from me today. He was good enough to say either

"So you are going back," she said softly. "I wonder why so many people seem to have taken it for granted

"Lady Grace," he said, "I am not what you call a cosmopolitan. To live over here in any of these Western

countries would seem to denote that one may change one's dwelling place as easily as one changes one's

clothes. The further east you go, the more reluctant one is, I think, to leave the shadow of one's own trees.

The man who leaves my country leaves it to go into exile. The man who returns, returns home."

"I should have imagined," she said, "that the people who leave your country as emigrants to settle in

American or even over here might have felt like that. But you of the educated classes I should have thought

would have found more over here to attract you, more to induce you to choose a new home."

"Lady Grace," he said, "believe me that is not so. The traditions of our racethe call of the blood, as you put

it over hereis as powerful a thing with our aristocratics as with our peasants. We find much here to wonder

at and admire, much that, however unwillingly, we are forced to take back and adopt in our own country, but

it is a strange atmosphere for us, this. For my countrypeople there is but one real home, but one

"Yet you have seemed so contented over here," she remarked. "You have entered so easily into all our ways."

"I came with a purpose," he said. "I came in order to observe and to study certain features of your life, but,

believe me, I have felt the strainI have felt it sometimes very badly. These countries, yours especially, are

like what one of your great poets called the LotusLands for us. Much of your life here is given to pursuits

which we do not understand, to sports and games, to various forms of what we should call idleness. In my

country we know little of that. In one way or another, from the Emperor to the poor runner in the streets, we

"I shall regret the friends I have made,the very dear friends," he repeated, "who have been so very much

kinder to me than I have deserved. Life is a sad pilgrimage sometimes, because one may not linger for a

moment at any one spot, nor may one ever look back. But I know quite well that when I leave here there will

"There will be many, Prince," she said softly, "who will be sorry to see you go."

The Prince rose to his feet. Another little stream of callers had come into the room. Presently he drank his tea

and departed. When he reached St. James' Square, his majordomo came hurrying up and whispered

Dr. Spencer Whiles was sitting in a very comfortable easy chair, smoking a particularly good cigar, with a

pile of newspapers by his side. His appearance certainly showed no signs of hardship. His linen, and the

details of his toilet generally, supplied from some mysterious source into which he had not inquired, were

much improved. Notwithstanding his increased comfort, however, he was looking perplexed, even a little

worried, and the cause of it was there in front of him, in the advertisement sheets of the various newspapers

The doctor had made up his mind to adopt a firm attitude. Nevertheless the genial courtesy of the Prince's

tone and manner had the same effect upon him as it had upon most people. He half rose to his feet and

"I hope that I have not disturbed you, Prince," he said. "I thought that I should like to have a word or two with

"Your wonderful Press!" he exclaimed. "How much it is responsible for! Well, Dr. Whiles, what have the

The doctor handed across a carefully folded journal and pointed to a certain paragraph.

"FIFTY POUNDS REWARD! Disappeared from his home in Long Whatton on Wednesday morning last,

Herbert Spencer Whiles, Surgeon. The above reward will be paid to any one giving information which will

lead to the discovery of his present whereabouts. Was last seen in a motor car, Limousine body, painted dark

"Well?" he asked. "That seems clear enough. Some one is willing to give fifty pounds to know where you

"Fifty pounds!" he repeated. "There isn't a person in the world to whom the knowledge of my movements is

"Well," he said, "fifty pounds is not a great deal of money. Some unknown personpossibly, as you suggest,

Mr. Jacksis willing to give fifty pounds to discover your whereabouts. I, on the other hand, am giving a

thousand guineas to keep you here as my guest. The odds do not seem even, do they?"

"Put in that way," Dr. Whiles admitted, "they certainly do not. But there is another thing which has come into

The Prince smiled and helped himself to one of the very excellent cigarettes which had been provided for the

"Pray treat me with every confidence, Dr. Whiles," he said. "Tell me exactly what is in your thoughts."

"Well, then, I will," the doctor answered. "Sitting here with nothing particular to do, one has plenty of leisure

to think. For the first time, I have seriously tried to puzzle out what Mr. Inspector Jacks really wanted with

me, why he came down to ask me about the person whom I treated for injuries resulting from a bicycle

accident one Wednesday evening not long ago, why he took me up to London to see if I could identify that

person in a very different guise. I have tried to put the pieces together and to ask myself what he meant by it

"With so much time upon your hands, Dr. Whiles," the Prince remarked, "you can scarcely fail to have

"I don't know whether it is reasonable or not," the doctor answered, "but the obvious explanation is getting on

my nerves. There are two things which I cannot get away from. One is that I cannot for the life of me imagine

your riding a bicycle twelve or fifteen miles north of London between eleven o'clock and midnight; and the

"The other," the doctor continued, "is the fact that within half a mile of my house runs the main London and

"The London and North Western Railway line," the Prince repeated, "and what has that to do with it?"

"This much," the doctor answered, "that on that very night, about half an hour before yourshall we call it

bicycle accident?the special train from Liverpool to London passed along that line. You will remember the

tragic occurrence which took place before she reached London, the murder of the man Hamilton Fynes. If

you read the report of the evidence at the inquest, you will notice the engine driver's declaration that the only

time on the whole journey when he travelled at less than forty miles an hour was when passing over the

"This is very interesting," the Prince remarked, "but it is not new. We have known all this before. Perhaps,

though, some fresh thing has come into your mind connected with these happenings. If so, please do not

"It is a fresh thing to me," the doctor said,"fresh, in a sense, though all the time I have had an uneasy

feeling at the back of my head. I know now what it was which brought Inspector Jacks to see me. I know now

what it was he had at the back of his head concerning the man who met with a bicycle accident at this

"Inspector Jacks is a very shrewd fellow," the Prince said. "I should not be in the least surprised if you were

The doctor moved restlessly in his chair. His eyes remained on his companion's face, as though fascinated.

"Can't you understand," he said, "that Inspector Jacks is on your track? Rightly or wrongly, he believes that

"I feel convinced," he said, "that you are right. I agree with you. I believe that Inspector Jacks has had that

The doctor gripped the sides of his chair and stared at this man who discussed a matter so terrible with calm

"Yes, I have felt that more than once," the Prince continued. "My presence upon the spot at that precise

moment with injuries which had to be explained somehow or other, was, without doubt, unfortunate."

The two men sat for several moments without further speech. The doctor's features seemed to reflect

something of the horror which he undoubtedly felt. The Prince appeared only a trifle bored.

"So that is why," the former exclaimed hoarsely, "I have been appointed your physician in chief!"

"I had given you the credit, my dear doctor," the Prince said smoothly, "of having arrived at that decision

some time ago. To a man of your perceptions there can scarcely have been any question about it at all.

Besides, even Princes, you know, do not give fees of a thousand guineas for nothing."

"Why ask me?" the Prince answered. "If I tell you that I do, you may find conscientious scruples about

remaining here. A man is not bound, you know, to give himself away. Make the best of things, and do not try

"If you were mixed up in that affair," he said, "and if I remain here when my evidence is needed, I become an

"Only if you remain here voluntarily," the Prince reminded him cheerfully. "Remember that and be

comforted. No effort that you could make now would bring you into touch with Mr. Inspector Jacks until I

am quite prepared. So you see, my dear doctor, that you have nothing with which to reproach yourself. I will

not insult you," he continued, "by suggesting that a reward of fifty pounds could possibly have influenced

your attitude. If you have suffered your mind to dwell upon it for a single moment, try and remember the

"Supposing," he said, "I decline to remain here? Supposing I say that, believing you now to have a guilty

knowledge of this murder, I repudiate our bargain? Supposing I say that I will have nothing more to do with

"Then we come to close quarters," the Prince answered, "and you force me to tell you in plain words that,

until I am ready for you to leave it, you are as much a prisoner in this room as though the keys of the

strongest fortress in Europe were turned upon you. I have told you this before. I thought that we perfectly

"I did not understand," the doctor protested. "I knew that there was trouble, but I did not know that it was

"The fact of your knowing or not knowing makes no difference," the Prince answered. "You are no longer a

free agent. The only question for you to decide is whether you remain here willingly or whether you will

The doctor was sitting down again now. All the time he watched the Prince with a gleam in his eyes, partly of

horror, partly of fear. He no longer doubted but that he was in the presence of a criminal.

"I am sorry," the Prince continued, "that you have allowed this little matter to disturb you. I thought that we

had arranged it all at our last interview. If you did not surmise my reasons for keeping you here, then I am

afraid I gave you credit for more intelligence than you possess. You will excuse me now, I am sure," he

added, rising. "I have some letters to send off before I change. By the bye, do you care to give me your

parole? It might, perhaps, lessen the inconvenience to which you are unfortunately subject."

Late that night, he tried the handle of his door and found it open. The corridor outside was in thick darkness.

He felt his way along by the wall. Suddenly, from behind, a pair of large soft hands gripped him by the throat.

"Let me go!" he called out, struggling in vain to find a body upon which he could gain a grip.

The doctor returned. When he staggered into his sitting room, he turned up the electric light. There were red

marks upon his throat and perspiration upon his forehead. He opened the door once more and looked out

upon the landing, striking a match and holding it over his head. There was no one in sight, yet all the time he

had the uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched. For the first time in his life he wondered whether a

Almost at the same time the Prince sat back in the shadows of the Duchess of Devenham's box at the Opera

"But tell me, Prince," she begged, "I know that you are glad to go home, but won't you really miss this a

little,the music, the life, all these things that make up existence here? Your own country is wonderful, I

"I think," he said, "that the portion of our education which we have most grievously neglected is the

development of our recreations. But then you must remember that we are to a certain extent without that

craving for amusement which makes these things necessary for you others. We are perhaps too serious in my

country, Lady Grace. We lack altogether that delightful air of irresponsibility with which you Londoners

"Do not say that, Lady Grace," he begged. "It is simply that I have been brought up in so different a school.

This sort of thing is very wonderful, and I shall surely miss it. Yet nowadays the world is being linked

together in marvellous fashion. Tokio and London are closer today than ever they have been in the world's

"And our people?" she asked. "Do you really think that our people are so far apart? Between you and me, for

instance," she added, meaning to ask the question naturally enough, but suddenly losing confidence and

looking away from him,"between you and me there seems no radical difference of race. You might almost

be an Englishmannot one of these men of fashion, of course, but a statesman or a man of letters, some one

"Please repay me, then, by being candid," she answered. "Consider for a moment that I am a typical English

girl, and tell me whether I am so very different from the Japanese women of your own class?"

"Men," he said, "are very much the same, all the world over. They are like the coarse grass which grows

Lady Grace sighed. Perhaps she had been a trifle too daring! She was willing enough, at any rate, to let the

"Soon the curtain will go up," she said, "and we can talk no longer. I should like to tell you, though, how glad

"I can assure you that I am looking forward to it," he answered a little gravely. "It is my farewell to all of you,

you know, and it seems to me that those who will be your father's guests are just those with whom I have

"Penelope is coming," she said quickly,"you know that?Penelope and Sir Charles Somerfield."

The curtain went up. The faint murmur of the violins was suddenly caught up and absorbed in the thunderous

music of a march. Lady Grace moved nearer to the front. Prince Maiyo remained where he was among the

The Duke's chef had served an Emperor with honorthe billiard room at Devenham Castle was the most

comfortable room upon earth. The three men who sat together upon a huge divan, the three men most

powerful in directing the councils of their country, felt a gentle wave of optimism stealing through their

quickened blood. Nevertheless this was a serious matter which occupied their thoughts.

"We are becoming," the Prime Minister said, "much too modern. We are becoming overcivilized out of any

"One is always quoting unconsciously," the Prime Minister admitted with a sigh. "What I mean is that five

hundred years ago we should have locked this young man up in a room hung with black crape, and with a

pleasant array of unfortunately extinct instruments we should have succeeded, beyond a doubt, in extorting

"We should have endeavored to change his point of view," the Prime Minister continued, "even if we had to

change at the same time the outline of his particularly graceful figure. The age of thumbscrews and the rack

was, after all, a very virile age. Just consider for a moment our positionsthree of the greatest and most

brilliant statesmen of our dayand we can do very little save wait for this young man to declare himself. We

are the puppets with whom he plays. It rests with him whether our names are written upon the scroll of fame

or whether our administration is dismissed in half a dozen contemptuous words by the coming historian. It

rests with him whether our friend Bransome here shall be proclaimed the greatest Foreign Minister that ever

breathed, and whether I myself have a statue erected to me in Westminster Yard, which shall be crowned

with a laurel wreath by patriotic young ladies on the morning of my anniversary."

The Duke stretched himself out with a sigh of content. His cigar was burning well, and the flavor of old

"Come," he protested, "I think you exaggerate Maiyo's importance just a little, Haviland. Hesho seems

excellently disposed towards us, and, after all, I should have thought his word would have had more weight in

Tokio than the word of a young man who is new to diplomacy, and whose claims to distinction seem to rest

"Dear Duke," he said, "no one of us, not even myself, has ever done that young man justice. To me he

represents everything that is most strenuous and intellectual in Japanese manhood. The spirit of that

wonderful country runs like the elixir of life itself through his veins. Since the day he brought me his letter

from the Emperor, I have watched him carefully, and I believe I can honestly declare that not once in these

eighteen months has he looked away from his task, nor has he given to one single person even an inkling of

the thoughts which have passed through his mind. He came back from the Continent, from Berlin, from Paris,

from Petersburg, with a mass of acquired information which would have made some of our bluebooks read

like Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales. He had made up his mind exactly what he thought of each country, of their

political systems, of their social life, of their military importance. He had them all weighed up in the hollow

of his hand. He was willing to talk as long as I, for instance, was willing to listen. He spoke of everybody

whom he had met and every place which he had visited without reserve, and yet I guarantee that there is no

person in England today, however much he may have talked with him, who knows in the least what his true

"Haviland is right," Bransome agreed. "Many a time I have caught myself wondering, when he talks so easily

about his travels, what the real thoughts are which lie at the back of his brain. We know, of course, what the

object of those travels was. He went as no tourist. He went with a deep and solemn purpose always before

him. He went to find out whether there was any other European Power whose alliance would be a more

advantageous thing for Japan than a continuation of their alliance with us. Such a thing has never been

"I wonder," the Duke remarked, "whether we shall really get the truth out of him before he goes."

"Look at him now teaching old Lady Saunderson how to hold her cue. He singled her out because she was the

least attractive person playing, because no one took any particular notice of her, and every one seemed

disposed to let her go her own way! Those girls were all buzzing around him as though he were something

holy, but you see how gently he eluded them! Watch what an interest she is taking in the game now. He has

been encouraging the poor old lady until her last few shots have been quite good. That is Maiyo all the world

over. I will wager that he is thinking of nothing on earth at this moment but of making that poor old lady feel

at her ease and enjoy her game. A stranger, looking on, would imagine him to be just a kindhearted,

simpleminded fellow. Yet there is not one of us three who has wit enough to get a single word from him

against his will. You shall see. There is an excellent opportunity here. I suppose both of you read his speech

"And I," Bransome echoed. "It seemed to me that he spoke a little more freely than usual."

"He went as near to censure as I have ever heard him when speaking of any of the institutions of our

country," the Prime Minister declared. "I will ask him about it directly we get the chance. You shall see how

"You will have to be quick if you mean to get hold of him," the Duke remarked. "See, the game is over and

The Prime Minister rose to his feet and intercepted them on their way to the door.

"We are all captives of Miss Morse's," Bransome said with a bow, "and all enemies of Somerfield's."

Somerfield, hearing his name, came up to them. The Duchess, too, strolled over to the fire. The Prime

Minister and Bransome returned with Maiyo towards the corner of the room where they had been sitting.

"Prince," the Prime Minister said, "we have been talking about your speech at the Herrick Club last night."

"Did I say too much?" he asked. "It all came as a surprise to methe toast and everything connected with it.

I saw my name down to reply, and it seemed discourteous of me not to speak. But, as yet, I do not altogether

understand these functions. I did not altogether understand, for instance, how much I might say and how

""We have read what you said," Bransome remarked. "What we should like to hear, if I may venture to say

The Prince for a moment was thoughtful. Perhaps he remembered that the days had passed when it was

necessary for him to keep so jealously his own counsel. Perhaps his natural love of the truth triumphed. He

felt a sudden longing to tell these people who had been kind to him the things which he had seen amongst

them, the things which only a stranger coming fresh to the country could perhaps fully comprehend.

"What I said was of little importance," the Prince remarked, "but I felt myself placed in a very difficult

position. Before I knew what to expect, I was listening to a glorification of the arms of my country at the

expense of Russia. I was being hailed as one of a nation who possess military genius which had not been

equalled since the days of Hannibal and Caesar. Many things of that sort were said, many things much too

kind, many things which somehow it grieved me to listen to. And when I stood up to reply, I felt that the few

words which I must say would sound, perhaps, ungracious, but they must be said. It was one of those

"May we stay?" the former asked. "I read every word of your speech," she added, turning to the Prince. "Do

tell us why you spoke so severely, what it was that you objected to so strongly in General Ennison's

"My dear young lady," he said, "all that I objected to was this overglorification of the feats of arms

accomplished by us. People over here did not understand. On the one side were the great armies of

Russia,men drawn, all of them, from the ranks of the peasant, men of low nerve force, men who were not

many degrees better than animals. They came to fight against us because it was their business to fight,

because for fighting they drew their scanty pay, their food, and their drink, and the clothes they wore. They

fought because if they refused they faced the revolver bullets of their officers,men like themselves, who

also fought because it was their profession, because it was in the traditions of their family, but who would, I

think, have very much preferred disporting themselves in the dancing halls of their cities, drinking

champagne with the ladies of their choice, or gambling with cards. I do not say that these were not brave

men, all of them. I myself saw them face death by the hundreds, but the lust of battle was in their veins then,

the taste of blood upon their palates. We do not claim to be called world conquerors because we overcame

these men. If one could have seen into the hearts of our own soldiers as they marched into battle, and seen

also into the hearts of those others who lay there sullenly waiting, one would not have wondered then. There

was, indeed, nothing to wonder at. What we cannot make you understand over here is that every Japanese

soldier who crept across the bare plains or lay stretched in the trenches, who loaded his rifle and shot and

killed and waited for death,every man felt something beating in his heart which those others did not feel.

We have no great army, Mr. Haviland, but what we have is a great nation who have things beating in their

heart the knowledge of which seems somehow to have grown cold amongst you Western people. The boy is

born with it; it is there in his very soul, as dear to him as the little home where he lives, the blossoming trees

under which he plays. It leads him to the rifle and the drill ground as naturally as the boys of your country

turn to the cricket fields and the football ground. Over here you call that spirit patriotism. It was something

which beat in the heart of every one of those hundreds of thousands of men, something which kept their eyes

clear and bright as they marched into battle, which made them look Death itself in the face, and fight even

while the blackness crept over them. You see, your own people have so many interests, so many excitements,

so much to distract. With us it is not so. In the heart of the Japanese comes the love of his parents, the love of

his wife and children, and, deepest, perhaps, of all the emotions he knows, the strong magnificent background

to his life, the love of the country which bore him, which shelters them. It is for his home he fights, for his

simple joys amongst those who are dear to him, for the great mysterious love of the Motherland. Forgive me

if I have expressed myself badly, have repeated myself often. It is a matter which I find it so hard to talk

"But you must not think, Prince, that we over here are wholly lacking in that same instinct," the Duke said.

"Remember our South African war, and the men who came to arms and rallied round the flag when their

"I do remember that," the Prince answered. "I wish that I could speak of it in other terms. Yet it seems to me

that I must speak as I find things. You say that the men came to arms. They did, but how? Untrained,

unskilled in carrying weapons, they rushed across the seas to be the sport of the farmers who cut them off or

shot them down, to be a hindrance in the way of the mercenaries who fought for you. Yes, you say they

rallied to the call! What brought them? Excitement, necessity, necessities of their social standing, bravado,

cheap heroismany one of these. But I tell you that patriotism as we understand it is a deeper thing. In the

land where it flourishes there is no great preeminence in what you call sports or games. It does not come

like a whirlwind on the wings of disaster. It grows with the limbs and the heart of the boy, grows with his

muscles and his brawn. It is part of his conscience, part of his religion. As he realizes that he has a country of

his own to protect, a dear, precious heritage come down to him through countless ages, so he learns that it is

his sacred duty to know how to do his share in defending it. The spare time of our youth, Mr. Haviland, is

spent learning to shoot, to scout, to bear hardships, to acquire the arts of war. I tell you that there was not one

general who went with our troops to Manchuria, but a hundred thousand. We have no great army. We are a

nation of men whose religion it is to fight when their country's welfare is threatened."

There was a short silence. The Prime Minister and Bransome exchanged rapid glances.

"Perhaps even now," he said, "it was scarcely courteous of me to say them, only I know that they come to you

as no new thing. There are many of your countrymen who are speaking to you now in the Press as I, a

stranger, have spoken. Sometimes it is harder to believe one of your own family. That is why I have dared to

say so much,I, a foreigner, eager and anxious only to observe and to learn. I think, perhaps, that it is to

Of a purpose, the three men who were there said nothing. The Prince offered Penelope his arm.

"I will not be disappointed," he said. "You promised that you would show me the palm garden. I have talked

The Prince, on his way back from his usual beforebreakfast stroll, lingered for a short time amongst the beds

of hyacinths and yellow crocuses. Somehow or other, these spring flowers, stiffly set out and with shrivelled

edgesa little reminiscent of the last east windstill seemed to him, in their perfume at any rate, to being

him memories of his own country. Pink and blue and yellow, in all manner of sizes and shapes, the beds

spread away along the great front below the terrace of the castle. This morning the wind was coming from the

west. The sun, indeed, seemed already to have gained some strength. The Prince sat for a moment or two

upon the gray stone balustrade, looking to where the level country took a sudden ascent and ended in a thick

belt of pine trees. Beyond lay the sea. As he sat there with folded arms, he was surely a fatalist. The question

as to whether or not he should ever reach it, should ever find himself really bound for home, was one which

seemed to trouble him slightly enough. He thought with a faint, wistful interest of the various ports of call, of

the days which might pass, each one bringing him nearer the end. He suffered himself, even, to think of that

faint blur upon the horizon, the breath of the spicy winds, the strange home perfumes of the bay, as he drew

nearer and nearer to the outstretched arms of his country. Well, if not he, another! It was something to have

The rustle of a woman's garment disturbed him, and he turned his head. Penelope stood there in her trim

riding habit,a garb in which he had never seen her. She held her skirts in her hand and looked at him with a

"It is too early in the morning, Prince," she said, "for you to sit there dreaming so long and so earnestly.

"Breakfast, by all means," he answered, coming blithely up the broad steps. "You are going to ride this

"I suppose we all are, more or less," she answered. "It is our hunt steeplechases, you know. Poor Grace is in

there nearly sobbing her eyes out. Captain Chalmers has thrown her over. Lady Barbaritythat's Grace's

favorite mare, and her entry for the cupturned awkward with him yesterday, and he won't have anything

"From your tone," he remarked, pushing open the French windows, "I gather that this is a tragedy. I,

"Come and sympathize with me, Prince," she cried. "For weeks I have been fancying myself the proud

possessor of the hunt cup. Now that horrid man, Captain Chalmers, has thrown me over at the last moment.

"It is a great misfortune," the Prince said in a tone of polite regret, "but surely it is not irreparable? There

"The race is for gentlemen riders only," he said. "The horses have to be the property of members of the hunt.

There would be no difficulty, of course, in finding a substitute for Captain Chalmers, but the race takes place

this morning, and I am afraid, with all due respect to my daughter, that her mare hasn't the best of

"I won't have a word said against Lady Barbarity," Lady Grace declared. "Captain Chalmers is a good

"But surely amongst your immediate friends there must be many others," the Prince said. "Sir Charles, for

"Charlie is riding his own horse," Lady Grace answered. "He hasn't the ghost of a chance, but, of course, he

"Not I!" Somerfield answered, gorgeous in pink coat and riding breeches. "My old horse may not be fast, but

he can go the course, and I'm none too certain of the others. Some of those hurdles'll take a bit of doing."

"It is a shame," the Prince remarked, "that you should be disappointed, Lady Grace. Would they let me ride

Nothing the Prince could have said would have astonished the little company more. Somerfield came to a

standstill in the middle of the room, with a cup of tea in one hand and a plate of ham in the other.

"Well, why not?" he asked, himself, in turn, somewhat surprised. "If I am eligible, and Lady Grace chooses, it

"But," the Duke intervened, "I did not knowwe did not know that you were a sportsman, Prince."

"A sportsman?" the Prince repeated a little doubtfully. "Perhaps I am not that according to your point of view,

"There are jumps, for one thing," Somerfield continued,"pretty stiff affairs, too."

"If Lady Grace's mare is a hunter," the Prince remarked, "she can probably jump them."

Somerfield hesitated to complete his sentence, and the Duke once more intervened.

"What Somerfield was thinking, my dear Prince," he said, "was that a steeplechase course, as they ride in this

"So far as I am concerned," he said, "that is of no account. There was a day at MukdenI do not like to talk

of it, but it comes back to mewhen I rode twelve different horses in twentyfour hours, but perhaps," he

added, turning to Lady Grace, "you would not care to trust your horse with one who is a stranger to

"On the contrary, Prince," Lady Grace exclaimed, "you shall ride her, and I am going to back you for all I am

Bransome, who was also in riding clothes, although he was not taking part in the steeplechases himself,

"You are running it rather fine," he said. "You'll scarcely have time to hack round the course."

"Some one must explain it to me," the Prince said. "I need only to be told where to go. If there is no time for

that, I must stay with the other horses until the finish. There is a flat finish perhaps?"

"We start in half an hour," Somerfield remarked. "Even that allows us none too much time."

"Perhaps," the Duke suggested diffidently, "you would like to ride over, Prince? It is a good eleven miles, and

"Just as you like, of course," the Duke agreed. "Grace's mare is over there now. We shall be able to have a

The opinions, after the Prince had left the table, were a little divided as to what was likely to happen.

"For a man who has never even hunted and knows nothing whatever about the country," Somerfield declared,

"to attempt to ride in a steeplechase of this sort is sheer folly. If you take my advice, Lady Grace, you will get

"I am perfectly content to take my risks," Lady Grace answered confidently. "If the Prince had never ridden

Two punctures and a leaking valve delayed them over an hour on the road. When they reached their

"It's shocking bad luck," the Duke declared, "but there's no earthly chance of your seeing the course, Prince.

Come on the top of the stand with me, and bring your glasses. I think I can point out the way for you."

"That will do excellently," the Prince answered. "There is no need to go and look at every jump. Show me

where we start and as near as possible the way we have to go, and tell me where we finish."

The course was a natural one, and the stand itself on a hill. The greater part of it was clearly visible from

where they stood. The Duke pointed out the water jump with some trepidation, but the Prince's glasses rested

In the paddock some of the horses were being led around. The Prince noted them approvingly.

"Very nice horses," he said,"light, but very nice. That one I like best," he added, pointing to a dark bay

"That's lucky," the Duke answered, "for she's your mount. I must go and talk to the clerk about your entry. It

The Prince glanced over Lady Grace's mare and turned aside to join Penelope and Somerfield.

"I like the look of my horse, Sir Charles," he said. "I think that I shall beat you today."

"With pleasure," the Prince agreed. "Will you name the amount? I do not know what is usual."

"One hundred,we will say one hundred, then," the Prince declared. "My mount against yours. So!"

He threw off his overcoat, and they saw for the first time that he was dressed in English riding clothes of dark

"I must go now and be introduced to the Clerk of the Course," he said. "Ah, here is Lady Grace!" he added.

"Come with me, Lady Grace. Your father is seeing about my entry. I think that in five minutes the bell will

Everything was in order, and a few minutes later the Prince came out. The mare was stripped, and the whole

party gathered round to watch him mount. He swung himself into the saddle without hesitation. The mare

suddenly reared. Prince Maiyo only smiled, and with loose reins stooped and patted her neck. He seemed to

whisper something in her ear, and she stood for a moment afterwards quite still. Lady Grace drew a quick

"What did you say to her, Prince?" she asked. "She is behaving beautifully except for that first start."

"Your mare understands Japanese, Lady Grace," the Prince answered, smiling. "She and I are going to be

great friends. Show me the way, please. Ah, I follow that other horse! I see. Lady Grace, au revoir. You shall

"Gad, I believe she will!" the Duke exclaimed. "Look at the fellow ride. His body is like whalebone."

The parade in front of the stand was a short one. The Prince rode by in the merest canter. The mare made one

wild plunge which would have unseated any ordinary person, but her rider never even moved in his saddle.

"I never saw a fellow sit so close in my life," the Duke declared. "Do you know, Grace, I believe, I really

"I have a year's allowance on already," she said, "so you had better pray that he does. I think it is very absurd

of you all," she added, "because the Prince cares nothing for games, to conclude that he is any the less likely

to be able to do the things that a man should do. He perhaps cannot ride about on a trained pony with a long

stick and knock a small ball between two posts, but I think that if he had to ride for his own life or the life of

They watched the first jump breathlessly. The Prince, riding a little apart, simply ignored the hurdle, and the

mare took it in her stride. They turned the corner and faced an awkward post and rails. The leading horse took

off too late and fell. The Prince, who was close behind, steered his mare on one side like lightning. She

"He rides like an Italian," Bransome declared, shutting up his glasses. "There's never a thing in this race to

Another set of hurdles and then the field were out of sight. Soon they were visible again in the valley. The

Prince was riding second now. Somerfield was leading, and there were only three other horses left. They

cleared a hedge and two ditches. At the second one Somerfield's horse stumbled, and there was a suppressed

cry. He righted himself almost at once, however, and came on. Then they reached the water jump. There was

a sudden silence on the stand and the hillside. Somerfield took off first, the Prince lying well away from him.

Both cleared it, but whereas Lady Grace's mare jumped wide and clear, and her rider never even faltered in

his saddle, Somerfield lost all his lead and only just kept his seat. They were on the homeward way now, with

only one more jump, a double set of hurdles. Suddenly, in the flat, the Prince seemed to stagger in his saddle.

The Prince had lost ground, but he came on toward the last jump, gaining with every stride. Somerfield was

already riding his mount for all he was worth, but the Prince as yet had not touched his whip. They drew

closer and closer to the jump. Once more the silence came. Then there was a little cry,both were over.

They were turning the corner coming into the straight. Somerfield was leaning forward now, using his whip

freely, but it was clear that his big chestnut was beaten. The Prince, with merely a touch of the whip and

riding absolutely upright, passed him with ease, and rode in a winner by a dozen lengths. As he cantered by

the stand, they all saw the cause of his momentary stagger. One stirrup had gone, and he was riding with his

"You've won your money, Grace," the Duke declared, shutting up his glass. "A finely ridden race, too. Did

you see he'd lost his stirrup? He must have taken the last jump without it. I'll go and fetch him up."

The Duke hurried down. The Prince was already in the weighing room smoking a cigarette.

"It is all right," he said smiling. "They have passed me. I have won. I hope that Lady Grace will be pleased."

"She is delighted!" the Duke exclaimed, shaking him by the hand. "We all are. What happened to your

"You must ask your groom," the Prince answered. "The leather snapped right in the flat, but it made no

difference. We have to ride like that half the time. It is quite pleasant exercise," he continued, "but I am very

dirty and very thirsty. I am sorry for Sir Charles, but his horse was not nearly so good as your daughter's

They made their way toward the stand, but met the rest of the party in the paddock. Lady Grace went up to

"Prince," she declared, you rode superbly. It was a wonderful race. I have never felt so grateful to any one in

"My dear young lady," he said, "it was a great pleasure and a very pleasant ride. You have nothing to thank

"You make me ashamed, Lady Grace," he declared. "Why, there is only one way to ride. You did not think

"I am afraid," the Duke remarked smiling, "that several Englishmen have fallen off!"

"It is a matter of the horse," the Prince said. "Some are not trained for jumping. What would you have, then?

In my battalion we have nine hundred horsemen. If I found one who did not ride so well as I do, he would go

back to the ranks. We would make an infantryman of him. Miss Morse," he added, turning suddenly to where

Penelope was standing a little apart. "I am so sorry that Sir Charles' horse was not quite so good as Lady

She looked at him curiously. She did not answer immediately. Somerfield was coming towards them, his pink

coat splashed with mud, his face scratched, and a very distinct frown upon his forehead. She looked away

They were talking of the Prince during those few minutes before they separated to dress for dinner. The

whole of the houseparty, with the exception of the Prince himself, were gathered around the great open

fireplace at the north end of the hall. The weather had changed during the afternoon, and a cold wind had

blown in their faces on the homeward drive. Every one had found comfortable seats here, watching the huge

logs burn, and there seemed to be a general indisposition to move. A couple of young men from the

neighborhood had joined the houseparty, and the conversation, naturally enough, was chiefly concerned

with the day's sport. The young men, Somerfield especially, were inclined to regard the Prince's achievement

"He rode the race well enough," Somerfield admitted, "but the mare is a topper, and no mistake. He had

"Of course, he hadn't to finish either," one of the newcomers, a Captain Everard Wilmot, remarked. "That's

where you can tell if a fellow really can ride or not. Anyhow, his style was rotten. To me he seemed to sit his

"You will, perhaps, not deny him," the Duke remarked mildly, "a certain amount of courage in riding a

strange horse of uncertain temper, over a strange country, in an enterprise which was entirely new to him."

"I call it one of the most sporting things I ever heard of in my life," Lady Grace declared warmly.

"One must admit that he has pluck," he remarked critically. "At the same time I cannot see that a single effort

of this sort entitles a man to be considered a sportsman. He doesn't shoot, nor does he ever ride except when

he is on military service. He neither plays games nor has he the instinct for them. A man without the instinct

for games is a fellow I cannot understand. He'd never get along in this country, would he, Wilmot?"

"No, I'm shot if he would!" that young man replied. "There must be something wrong about a man who hasn't

"Charlie," she said, "you are talking like a baby! I am ashamed of you! I am ashamed of you all! You are

Somerfield went slowly white. He looked across at Penelope, but the angry flash in his eyes was met by an

"I will tell you what I think!" she exclaimed. "I think that you are all guilty of the most ridiculous

presumption in criticising such a man as the Prince. You would dareyou, Captain Wilmot, and you,

Charlie, and you, Mr. Hannaway," she added, turning to the third young man, "to stand there and tell us all in

a lordly way that the Prince is no sportsman, as though that mysterious phrase disposed of him altogether as a

creature inferior to you and your kind! If only you could realize the absolute absurdity of any of you

attempting to depreciate a person so immeasurably above you! Prince Maiyo is a man, not an overgrown boy

to go through life shooting birds, playing games which belong properly to your schooldays, and hanging

round the stage doors of half the theatres in London. You are satisfied with your lives and the Prince is

satisfied with his. He belongs to a race whom you do not understand. Let him alone. Don't presume to

imagine yourselves his superior because he does not conform to your pygmy standard of life."

Penelope was standing now, her slim, elegant form throbbing with the earnestness of her words, a spot of

angry color burning in her cheeks. During the moment's silence which followed, Lady Grace too rose to her

"Come," she said soothingly, "we mustn't take this little affair too seriously. You are all right, all of you.

Every one must live according to his bringing up. The Prince, no doubt, is as faithful to his training and

instincts as the young men of our own country. It is more interesting to compare than to criticise."

Somerfield, who for a moment had been too angry to speak, had now recovered himself.

"I think," he said stiffly, "that we had better drop the subject. I had no idea that Miss Morse felt so strongly

about it or I should not have presumed, even here and amongst ourselves, to criticise a person who holds such

a high place in her esteem. Everard, I'll play you a game of billiards before we go upstairs. There's just time."

Captain Wilmot hesitated. He was a peaceloving man, and, after all, Penelope and his friend were engaged.

"I should like you all to understand," she declared, "that every word I said came from my heart, and that I

There was a finality about Penelope's words which left no room for further discussion. The little group was

"Penelope, you're a dear!" the latter said, as they mounted the stairs. "I am afraid you've made Charlie very

"I hope I have," Penelope answered. "I meant to make him angry. I think that such selfsufficiency is

absolutely stifling. It makes me sometimes almost loathe young Englishmen of his class."

"And you don't dislike the Prince so much nowadays?" Lady Grace remarked with transparent indifference.

"No!" Penelope answered. "That is finished. I misunderstood him at first. It was entirely my own fault. I was

prejudiced, and I hated to feel that I was in the wrong. I do not see how any one could dislike him unless they

"To tell you the truth, Penelope," she said, "I almost wish that he were not quite so devotedly attached to his

Penelope was silent. They had reached Lady Grace's room now, and were standing together on the hearthrug

"I am afraid he is like that," Penelope said gently. "He seems to have none of the ordinary weaknesses of

men. I, too, wish sometimes that he were a little different. One would like to think of him, for his own sake,

as being happy some day. He reminds me somehow of the men who build and build, toiling always through

youth unto old age. There seems no limit to their strength, nor any respite. They build a palace which those

Once more Lady Grace sighed. She was looking into the heart of the fire. Penelope took her hands.

"It is hard sometimes, dear," she said, "to realize that a thing is impossible, that it is absolutely out of our

Lady Grace looked up. At that moment she was more than pretty. Her eyes were soft and bright, the color had

"But I don't see WHY it should be impossible, Penelope," she protested. "We are equals in every way.

Alliances between our two countries are greatly to be desired. I have heard my father say so, and Mr.

Haviland. The trouble is, Pen," she added with trembling lips, "that he does not care for me."

"You cannot tell," Penelope answered. "He has never shown any signs of caring for any woman. Remember,

"I'd live in Thibet if he asked me to," Lady Grace declared, raising her handkerchief to her eyes, "but he

never will. He doesn't care. He doesn't understand. I am very foolish, Penelope."

Conversation amongst the younger members of the houseparty at Devenham Castle was a little disjointed

that evening. Perhaps Penelope, who came down in a wonderful black velveteen gown, with a bunch of

scarlet roses in her corsage, was the only one who seemed successfully to ignore the passage of arms which

had taken place so short a while ago. She talked pleasantly to Somerfield, who tried to be dignified and

succeeded only in remaining sulky. Chance had placed her at some distance from the Prince, to whom Lady

Grace was talking with a subdued softness in her manner which puzzled Captain Wilmot, her neighbor on the

"I saw you with all the evening papers as usual, Bransome," the Prime Minister remarked during the service

"Nothing much," the Foreign Secretary replied. "Consuls are down another point and the Daily Comet says

that you are like a drowning man clinging to the raft of your majority. Excellent cartoon of you, by the bye.

"Thank you," the Prime Minister said. "Was there anything about you in the same paper by any chance?"

"Nothing particularly abusive," Sir Edward answered blandly. "By the bye, the police declare that they have a

definite clue this time, and are going to arrest the murderer of Hamilton Fynes and poor dicky Vanderpole

"Excellent!" the Duke declared. "It would have been a perfect disgrace to our police system to have left two

such crimes undetected. Our respected friend at the Home Office will have a little peace now."

The Prince, who had just finished describing to Lady Grace a typical landscape of his country, turned toward

"I think that I heard you say something about a discovery in connection with those wonderful murder cases,"

"My paper was an early edition," Bransome answered, "but it spoke of a sensational denouement within the

next few hours. I should imagine that it is all over by now. At the same time it's absurd how the Press give

these things away. It seems that some fellow who was bicycling saw a man get in and out of poor Dicky's taxi

"Has he not been rather a long time in coming forward with his evidence?" the Prince remarked. "I do not

"He watched so well," Bransome answered, "and was so startled that he was knocked down and run over. The

"These things always come out sooner or later," the Prime Minister remarked. "As a matter of fact, I am

inclined to think that our police wait too long before they make an arrest. They play with their victim so

deliberately that sometimes he slips through their fingers. Very often, too, they let a man go who would give

himself away from sheer fright if he felt the touch of a policeman upon his shoulder."

"As a nation," Bransome remarked, helping himself to the entree, "we handle life amongst ourselves with

perpetual kid gloves. We are always afraid of molesting the liberty of the subject. A trifle more brutality

sometimes would make for strength. We are like a dentist whose work suffers because he is afraid of hurting

"Are you really very pale tonight, Penelope," he asked, "or is it those red flowers which have drawn all the

"I believe that I am pale," Penelope answered. "I am always pale when I wear black and when people have

disagreed with me. As a matter of fact, I am trying to make the Prince feel homesick. Tell me," she asked him

across the round table, "don't you think that I remind you a little tonight of the women of your country?"

The Prince returned her gaze as though, indeed, something were passing between them of greater significance

"Indeed," he said, "I think that you do. You remind me of my country itselfof the things that wait for me

The Prince's servant had entered the dining room and whispered in the ear of the butler who was

superintending the service of dinner. The latter came over at once to the Prince.

"Your Highness," he said, "some one is on the telephone, speaking from London. They ask if you could spare

The Prince rose with an interrogative glance at his hostess, and the Duchess smilingly motioned him to go.

Even after he had left the room, when he was altogether unobserved, his composed demeanor showed no

signs of any change. He took up the receiver almost blithely. It was Soto, his secretary, who spoke to him.

"Highness," he said, "the man Jacks with a policeman is here in the hall at the present moment. He asks

"To discover some person whom he believes to be in hiding here," the secretary answered. "He explains that

in any ordinary case he would have applied for what they call a search warrant. Owing to your Highness'

position, however, he has attended here, hoping for your gracious consent without having made any formal

"I must think!" the Prince answered. "Tell me, Soto. You are sure that the English doctor has had no

"He has had no opportunity," was the firm reply. "If your Highness says the word, he shall pass."

"Let him alone," the Prince answered. "Refuse this man Jacks permission to search my house during my

absence. Tell him that I shall be there at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon and that at that hour he is welcome

The Prince set down the receiver upon the instrument and stood for a moment deep in thought. It was a

strange country, this,a strange end which it seemed that he must prepare to face. He felt like the man who

had gone out to shoot lions and returning with great spoil had died of the bite of a poisonous ant!

The Prince on his return from the library intercepted Penelope on her way across the hall.

"Forgive me," he said, "but I could not help overhearing some sentences of your conversation with Sir

Charles Somerfield as we sat at dinner. You are going to talk with him now, is it not so?"

He saw the hardening of her lips, the flash in her eyes at the mention of Somerfield's name.

"Yes!" she continued, "Sir Charles and I are going to have a little understanding."

"Come into the conservatory for a few minutes," he begged. You know that I take no wine and I prefer not to

return into the dining room. I would like so much instead to talk to you before you see Sir Charles."

"Remember," he said, "that I am a somewhat privileged person just now. My days here are numbered, you

"Very well," she said, "I must be like every one else, I suppose, and spoil you. How dare you come and make

"Indeed," he declared, "there is a note of tragedy even in these simplest accidents of life. I have been very

happy amongst you all, Miss Penelope. You have been so much kinder to me than I have deserved. You have

thrown a bridge across the gulf which separates us people of alien tongues and alien manners. Life has been a

"Miss Penelope," he answered, "to those others who ask me that question, I shall say that my mission is over,

that my report has been sent to my Emperor, and that there is nothing left for me to do but to follow it home. I

could add, and it would be true, that there is very much work for me still to accomplish in my own country.

She was no longer pale. Her eyes were filled with an exceedingly soft light. She leaned towards him, and her

face shone as the face of a woman who prays that she may hear the one thing in life a woman craves to hear

"I want to ask you, Miss Penelope," he continued, "whether you remember the day when you paid a visit to

"Don't!" she begged. "Don't, I can't bear any more of that. You don't know how horrible it seems to me! You

"I have sometimes wondered," he said, "what your thoughts were at that moment, what you have thought of

He heard the sudden, halfstifled exclamation. He felt rather than saw the eyes which pleaded with him, and

"You understand what is meant by the inevitable," he continued. "Whatever has happened in the matters with

which I have been concerned has been inevitable. I have had no choicesometimes no choice in such events

is possible. Do not think," he went on, "that I tell you this to beg for your sympathy. I would not have a thing

other than as it is. But when we have said goodbye, I want you to believe the best of me, to think as kindly as

you can of the things which you may not be able to comprehend. Remember that we are not so emotional a

nation as that to which you belong. Our affections are but seldom touched. We live without feeling for many

days, sometimes for longer, even, than many days. It has not been so altogether with me. I have felt more

"Yet I go," he assented. "Nothing in the world is more certain than that I must say farewell to you and all of

my good friends here. In a sense I want this to be our farewell. Leaving out of the question just now the more

serious dangers which threaten me, the result of my mission here alone will make me unpopular in this

country. As the years pass, I fear that nothing can draw your own land and mine into any sort of accord. That

is why I asked you to come here with me and listen while I said these few words to you, why I ask you now

that, whatever the future may bring, you will sometimes spare me a kindly thought."

"You will marry Sir Charles Somerfield," he continued, "and you will be happy. In this country men develop

late. Somerfield, too, will develop, I am sure. He will become worthy even, I trust, to be your husband, Miss

Penelope. Something was said of his going into Parliament. When he is Foreign Minister and I am the

Counsellor of the Emperor, we may perhaps send messages to one another, if not across the seas, through the

A man's footstep approached them. Somerfield himself drew near and hesitated. The Prince rose at once.

"Sir Charles," he said, "I have been bidding farewell to Miss Penelope. I have had news tonight over the

"Probably tomorrow," the Prince answered. "May I leave Miss Penelope in your charge?" he added with a

"Charlie," she interrupted, "if ever you expect me to marry you, I make one condition, and that is that you

"I was an idiot," she said. "I did not understand him and I was prejudiced against his country."

"Well, as he actually is going away," Sir Charles remarked with a sigh of content, "I suppose it's no use being

"You haven't any reason to be," Penelope answered just a little wistfully. "Prince Maiyo has no room in his

The Prince found the rest of the party dispersed in various directions. Lady Grace was playing billiards with

Captain Wilmot. She showed every disposition to lay down her cue when he entered the room.

"Do come and talk to us, Prince," she begged. "I am so tired of this stupid game, and I am sure Captain

"Thank you," he said, "but I must find the Duke. I have just received a telephone message and I fear that I

"If not tomorrow, the next day," he answered. "I have had a summonsa summons which I cannot disobey.

"Yes!" she answered. "He is there with Mr. Haviland and Sir Edward. Are you really going to waste your last

"It is because you are all much too kind to me that you think so," he answered. "You make me welcome

amongst you even as one of yourselves. You forgetyou would almost teach me to forget that I am only a

"Ah, no," he answered. "There is no choice! I serve a great mistress, and when she calls I come. There are no

other voices in the world for one of my race and faith. The library you said, Lady Grace? I must go and find

He passed out, closing the door behind him. Captain Wilmot chalked his cue carefully.

"That's the queerest fellow I ever knew in my life," he said. "He seems all the time as though his head were in

The library at Devenham Castle was a large and sombre apartment, with high oriel windows and bookcases

reaching to the ceiling. It had an unused and somewhat austere air. Tonight especially an atmosphere of

gloom seemed to pervade it. The Prince, when he opened the door, found the three men who were awaiting

"I do not intrude, I trust?" the Prince said. "I understood that you wished me to come here."

"Certainly," the Duke answered, "we were sitting here awaiting your arrival. Will you take this easy chair?

"Perhaps later," he said. "Just now I feel that you have something to say to me. Is it not so? I talk better when

It was the Prime Minister who made the first plunge. He spoke without circumlocution, and his tone was

"Prince," he said, "this is perhaps the last time that we shall all meet together in this way. You go from us

direct to the seat of your Government. So far there has been very little plain speaking between us. It would

perhaps be more in accord with etiquette if we let you go without a word, and waited for a formal interchange

of communications between your Ambassador and ourselves. But we have a feeling, Sir Edward and I, that

we should like to talk to you directly. Before we go any further, however, let me ask you this question. Have

The Prince for several moments made no reply. He was still standing facing the fireplace, leaning slightly

against the table behind him. On his right was the Duke, seated in a library chair. On his left the Prime

Minister and Sir Edward Bransome. The Prince seemed somehow to have become the central figure of the

"Perhaps," he said, "if you had asked me that question a month ago, Mr. Haviland, I might have replied to

you differently. Circumstances, however, since then have changed. My departure will take place so soon, and

the kindness I have met here from all of you has been so overwhelming, that if you will let me I should like to

speak of certain things concerning which no written communication could ever pass between our two

"I can assure you, my dear Prince, that we shall very much appreciate your doing so," Mr. Haviland declared.

"I think," the Prince continued, "that the greatest and the most subtle of all policies is the policy of perfect

truthfulness. Listen to me, then. The thing which you have in your mind concerning me is true. Two years I

have spent in this country and in other countries of Europe. These two years have not been spent in

purposeless travel. On the contrary, I have carried with me always a definite and very fixed purpose."

"I came to Europe," the Prince continued gravely, "to make a report to my cousin the Emperor of Japan as to

whether I believed that a renewal of our alliance with you would be advantageous to my country. I need not

shrink from discussing this matter with you now, for my report is made. It is, even now, on its way to the

There was a moment's silence, a silence which in this corner of the great room seemed marked with a certain

"The report," he said, "is out of your hands. The official decision of your Government will reach us before

long. Is there any reason why you should not anticipate that decision, why you should not tell us frankly what

"There is no reason," the Prince answered. "I will tell you. I owe that to you at least. I have advised the

This time the silence was portentous. It was a blow, and there was not one of the three men who attempted to

"I am afraid," the Prince continued earnestly, "that to you I must seem something of an ingrate. I have been

treated by every one in this country as the son of a dear friend. The way has been made smooth for me

everywhere. Nothing has been hidden. From all quarters I have received hospitality which I shall never

forget. But you are three just men. I know you will realize that my duty was to my country and to my country

alone. No one else has any claims upon me. What I have seen I have written of. What I believe I have

"Prince," Mr. Haviland said, "there is no one here who will gainsay your honesty. You came to judge us as a

"It is hard," he said. "It is very hard. When I tell you of the things which I have seen, remember, if you please,

that I have seen them with other eyes than yours. The conditions which you have grown up amongst and lived

amongst all your days pass almost outside the possibility of your impartial judgment. You have lived with

them too long. They have become a part of you. Then, too, your national weakness bids your eyes see what

"I have had to ask myself," the Prince continued,"it has been my business to ask myself what is your

position as a great military power, and the answer I have found is that as a great military power it does not

exist. I have had to ask myself what would happen to your country in the case of a European war, where your

fleet was distributed to guard your vast possessions in every quarter of the world, and the answer to that is

that you are, to all practical purposes, defenceless. In almost any combination which could arrange itself,

"I can disprove it," he declared firmly. "Come with me to Aldershot next week, and I will show you that

those who say that we have no army are ignorant alarmists. The Secretary for War shall show you our new

scheme for defensive forces. You have gone to the wrong authorities for information on these matters, Prince.

"Sir Edward," he said, "I do not speak to you rashly. I have not looked into these affairs as an amateur. You

forget that I have spent a week at Aldershot, that your Secretary for War gave me two days of his valuable

time. Every figure with which you could furnish me I am already possessed of. I will be frank with you. What

I saw at Aldershot counted for nothing with me in my decision. Your standing army is good, beyond a

doubt,a welltrained machine, an excellent plaything for a General to move across the chessboard. It might

even win battles, and yet your standing army are mercenaries, and no great nation, from the days of Babylon,

"They are English soldiers," Mr. Haviland declared. "I do not recognize your use of the word."

"They are paid soldiers," the Prince said, "men who have adopted soldiering as a profession. Come, I will not

pause halfway. I will tell you what is wrong with your country. You will not believe it. Some day you will

see the truth, and you will remember my words. It may be that you will realize it a little sooner, or I would

not have dared to speak as I am speaking. This, then, is the curse which is eating the heart out of your very

existence. The love of his Motherland is no longer a religion with your young man. Let me repeat that,I

will alter one word only. The love of his Motherland is no longer THE religion or even part of the religion of

your young man. Soldiering is a profession for those who embrace it. It is so that mercenaries are made. I

have been to every one of your great cities in the North. I have been there on a Saturday afternoon, the

national holiday. That is the day in Japan on which our young men march and learn to shoot, form companies

and attend their drill. Feast days and holidays it is always the same. They do what tradition has made a

necessity for them. They do it without grumbling, wholeheartedly, with an enthusiasm which has in it

something almost of passion. How do I find the youth of your country engaged? I have discovered. It is for

that purpose that I have toured through England. They go to see a game played called football. They sit on

seats and smoke and shout. They watch a score of performersone score, mindand the numbers who

watch them are millions. >From town to town I went, and it was always the same. I see their white faces in a

huge amphitheatre, fifteen thousand here, twenty thousand there, thirty thousand at another place. They watch

and they shout while these men in the arena play with great skill this wonderful game. When the match is

over, they stream into public houses. Their afternoon has been spent. They talk it over. Again they smoke and

drink. So it is in one town and another,so it is everywhere,the strangest sight of all that I have seen in

Europe. These are your young men, the material out of which the coming generation must be fashioned? How

many of them can shoot? How many of them can ride? How many of them have any sort of uniform in which

they could prepare to meet the enemy of their country? What do they know or care for anything outside their

little lives and what they call their love of sport,they who spend five days in your grim factories toiling

before machines,their one afternoon, content to sit and watch the prowess of others! I speak to these

footballers themselves. They are strong men and swift. They are paid to play this game. I do not find that

even one of them is competent to strike a blow for his country if she needs him. It is because of your young

men, then, Mr. Haviland, that I cannot advise Japan to form a new alliance with you. It is because you are not

a serious people. It is because the units of your nation have ceased to understand that behind the life of every

great nation stands the love of God, whatever god it may be, and the love of Motherland. These things may

not be your fault. They may, indeed, be the terrible penalty of success. But no one who lives for ever so short

a time amongst you can fail to see the truth. You are commercialized out of all the greatness of life. Forgive

me, all of you, that I say it so plainly, but you are a race who are on the downward grade, and Japan seeks for

The pause which followed was in itself significant. The Duke alone remained impassive. Bransome's face

was dark with anger. Even the Prime Minister was annoyed. Bransome would have spoken, but the former

"If that is really your opinion of us, Prince," he said, "it is useless to enter into argument with you, especially

as you have already acted upon your convictions. I should like to ask you this question, though. A few weeks

ago an appeal was made to our young men to bring up to its full strength certain forces which have been

organized for the defence of the country. Do you know how many recruits we obtained in less than a month?"

"Fourteen thousand four hundred and seventyfive," the Prince answered promptly, "out of nearly seven

millions who were eligible. This pitiful result of itself might have been included amongst my arguments if I

had felt that arguments were necessary. Mr. Haviland, you may drive some of these young men to arms by

persuasion, by appealing to them through their womankind or their employers, but you cannot create a

national spirit. And I tell you, and I have proved it, that the national spirit is not there. I will go further," the

Prince continued with increased earnestness, "if you still are not weary of the subject. I will point out to you

how little encouragement the youth of this country receive from those who are above them in social station.

In every one of your counties there is a hunt, cricket clubs, golf clubs in such numbers that their statistics

absolutely overwhelm me. Everywhere one meets young men of leisure, well off, calmly proposing to settle

down and spend the best part of their lives in what they call country life. They will look after their estates;

they will hunt a little, shoot a little, go abroad for two months in the winter, play golf a little, lawn tennis,

perhaps, or cricket. I tell you that there are hundreds and thousands of these young men, with money to spare,

who have no uniform which they could wear,no, I want to change that!" the Prince cried with an

impressive gesture,"who have no uniform which they will be able to wear when the evil time comes! How

will they feel then, these young men of family, whose life has been given to sports and to idle amusements,

when their womankind come shrieking to them for protection and they dare not even handle a gun or strike a

blow! They must stand by and see their lands laid waste, their womankind insulted. They must see the land

run red with the blood of those who offer a futile resistance, but they themselves must stand by inactive. They

"The Prince forgets," Bransome remarked dryly, "that an invasion of this countrya practical invasionis

"My friend," he said, "if I thought that you believed that, although you are a Cabinet Minister of England I

should think that you were the biggest fool who ever breathed. Today, in warfare, nothing is impossible. I

will guarantee, I who have had only ten years of soldiering, that if Japan were where Holland is today, I

would halve my strength in ships and I would halve my strength in men, and I would overrun your country

with ease at any time I chose. You need not agree with me, of course. It is not a subject which we need

discuss. It is, perhaps, out of my province to allude to it. The feeling which I have in my heart is this. The

laws of history are incontrovertible. So surely as a great nation has weakened with prosperity, so that her

limbs have lost their suppleness and her finger joints have stiffened, so surely does the plunderer come in

good time. The nation which loses its citizen army drives the first nail into its own coffin. I do not say who

will invade you, or when, although, to my thinking, any one could do it. I simply say that in your present state

"Without admitting the truth of a single word you have said, my dear Prince," the Prime Minister remarked,

"there is another aspect of the whole subject which I think that you should consider. If you find us in so

parlous a state, it is surely scarcely dignified or gracious, on the part of a great nation like yours, to leave us

so abruptly to our fate. Supposing it were true that we were suffering a little from a period of too lengthened

prosperity, from an attack of overconfidence. Still think of the part we have played in the past. We kept the

"That," the Prince replied, "was one of the conditions of a treaty which has expired. If by that treaty our

country profited more than yours, that is still no reason why we should renew it under altered conditions.

Gratitude is an admirable sentiment, but it has nothing to do with the making of treaties."

"We are, nevertheless," Bransome declared, "justified in pointing out to you some of the advantages which

you have gained from your alliance with us. You realize, I suppose, that save for our intervention the United

"Your good offices were duly acknowledged by my Government," the Prince admitted. "Yet what you did

was in itself of no consequence. It is as sure as north is north and south is south that you and America would

never quarrel for the sake of Japan. That is another reason, if another reason is needed, why a treaty between

us would be valueless. You and Ithe whole world knows that before a cycle of years have passed Japan

and America must fight. When that time comes, it will not be you who will help us."

"Listen," he said. "A fortnight ago a certain person in America wrote and asked you in plain terms what your

position would be if war between Japan and America were declared. What was your reply?"

"You appear to be a perfect Secret Service to yourself, Prince," he said smoothly. "Perhaps you can also tell

"I can tell you this much," the Prince answered. "You did not send word back to Washington that your

alliance was a sacred charge upon your honor and that its terms must be fulfilled to the uttermost letter. Your

"To tell you the truth, I do not," the Prince answered, smiling. "I have simply told you what I am assured that

your answer must have been. Let us leave this matter. We gain nothing by discussing it."

"You have been very candid with us, Prince," Mr. Haviland remarked. "We gather that you are opposed to a

renewal of our alliance chiefly for two reasons,first, that you have formed an unfavorable opinion of our

resources and capacity as a nation; and secondly, because you are seeking an ally who would be of service to

you in one particular eventuality, namely, a war with the United States. You have spent some time upon the

Continent. May we inquire whether your present attitude is the result of advances made to you by any other

"Tonight,"he said, "I am speaking to you as one who is willing to show everything that is in his heart. I will

tell you, then. I have been to Germany, and I can assure you of my own knowledge that Germany possesses

the mightiest fighting machine ever known in the world's history. That I do truthfully and honestly believe.

Yet listen to me. I have talked to the men and I have talked to the officers. I have seen them in barracks and

on the parade ground, and I tell you this. When the time arrives for that machine to be set in motion, it is my

profound conviction that the result will be one of the greatest surprises of modern times. I say no more, nor

must you ask me any questions, but I tell you that we do not need Germany as an ally. I have been to Russia,

and although our hands have crossed, there can be no real friendship between our countries till time has

wiped out the memory of our recent conflict. France hates us because it does not understand us. The future of

Japan is just as clear as the disaster which hangs over Great Britain. There is only one possible ally for us,

only one possible combination. That is what I have written home to my cousin the Emperor. That is what I

pray that our young professors will teach throughout Japan.. That is what it will be my mission to teach my

country people if the Fates will that I return safely home. East and West are too far apart. We are well outside

"The China of our own making," the Prince declared, a note of tense enthusiasm creeping into his

tone,"China recreated after its great lapse of a thousand years. You and I in our lifetime shall not see it, but

there will come a day when the ancient conquests of Persia and Greece and Rome will seem as nothing before

the allconquering armies of China and Japan. Until those days we need no allies. We will have none. We

must accept the insults of America and the rough hand of Germany. We must be strong enough to wait!"

"Your Grace," he said, "a gentleman is ringing up from Downing Street who says he is speaking from the

"Both Your Grace and Mr. Haviland," the man replied. "He wished me to say that the matter was of the

"It is an extraordinary hour," he remarked, "for Heseltine to be wanting us. Shall we go and see what it

"I think that we have talked enough of serious affairs tonight," he said. "I shall challenge Sir Edward to a

The Prince, still fully attired, save that in place of his dress coat he wore a loose smoking jacket, stood at the

windows of his sitting room at Devenham Castle, looking across the park. In the somewhat fitful moonlight

the trees had taken to themselves grotesque shapes. Away in the distance the glimmer of the sea shone like a

thin belt of quicksilver. The stable clock had struck two. The whole place seemed at rest. Only one light was

gleaming from a long low building which had been added to the coach houses of recent years for a motor

garage. That one light, the Prince knew, was on his account. There his chauffeur waited, untiring and

sleepless, with his car always ready for that last rush to the coast, the advisability of which the Prince had

considered more than once during the last twentyfour hours. The excitement of the evening, the excitement

of his unwonted outburst, was still troubling him. It was not often that he had so far overstepped the bounds

which his natural caution, his everpresent selfrestraint, imposed upon him. He paced restlessly to and fro

from the sitting room to the bedroom and back again. He had told the truth,the bare, simple truth. He had

seen the letters of fire in the sky, and he had read them to these people because of their kindness, because of a

certain affection which he bore them. To them it must have sounded like a man speaking in a strange tongue.

They had not understood. Perhaps, even, they would not believe in the absolute sincerity of his motives.

Again he paused at the window and looked over the park to that narrow, glittering stretch of sea. Why should

he not for once forget the traditions of his race, the pride which kept him there to face the end! There was still

time. The cruiser which the emperor had sent was waiting for him in Southampton Harbor. In twentyfour

hours he would be in foreign waters. He thought of these things earnestly, even wistfully, and yet he knew

that he could not go. Perhaps they would be glad of an opportunity of getting rid of him now that he had

spoken his mind. In any case, right was on their side. The end, if it must come, was simple enough!

He turned away from the window with a little shrug of the shoulders. Even as he did so, there came a faint

knocking at the door. His servant had already retired. For a moment it seemed to him that it could mean but

one thing. While he hesitated, the handle was softly turned and the door opened. To his amazement, it was

She held out her hand as though to bid him remain silent. For several seconds she seemed to be listening.

She ignored his outstretched hand, advancing a little further into the room. There was tragedy in her white

face. She seemed to be shaking in every limb, but not with nervousness. Directly he looked into her eyes, he

"Listen!" she whispered. "I had to come! You don't know what is going on! For the last half hour the

telephone has been ringing continuously. It is about you! The Home Office has been ringing up to speak to

the Prime Minister. The Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard has been to see them. One of their detectives has

"Don't you understand?" she continued breathlessly. "Don't you see how horrible it is? They mean to arrest

"But you must not stay here!" she exclaimed. "You must escape! It is too terrible to think that you

shouldoh, I can't say it!that you should have to face these charges. If you are guilty, well, Heaven help

"Dear Miss Penelope," he said, "This is kind of you, but, after all, remember that I am a man, and I must not

"But you cannot meet these charges!" she interrupted. "You cannot meet them! You know it! Oh, don't think I

can't appreciate your point of view! If you killed those men, you killed them to obtain papers which you

believed were necessary for the welfare of your country. Oh, it is not I who judge you! You did not do it, I

know, for your own gain. You did it because you are, heart and soul, a patriot. But here, alas! they do not

understand. Their whole standpoint is different. They will judge you as they would a common criminal. You

"Dear Miss Penelope," he said, "I cannot do that! I cannot run away like a thief in the dark. If this thing is to

"But you don't understand!" she continued, wringing her hands. "You think because you are a great prince

and a prince of a friendly nation that the law will treat you differently. It will not! They have talked of it

downstairs. You are not formally attached to any one in this country. You are not even upon the staff of the

Embassy. You are here on a private mission as a private person, and there is no way in which the

Government can intervene, even if it would. You are subject to its laws and you have broken them. For

Heaven's sake, fly! You have your motor car here. Let your man drive you to Southampton and get on board

the Japanese cruiser. You mustn't wait a single moment. I believe that tomorrow morning will be too late!"

He took her hands in his very tenderly and yet with something of reverence in his gesture. He looked into her

"Dear Miss Penelope," he said, "it is very, very kind of you to have come here and warned me. Only you

cannot quite understand what this thing means to me. Remember what I told you once. Life and death to your

people in this country seem to be the greatest things which the mind of man can hold. It is not so with us. We

are brought up differently. In a worthy cause a true Japanese is ready to take death by the hand at any

moment. So it is with me now. I have no regret. Even if I had, even if life were a garden of roses for me, what

"Can't you understand why I am here?" she cried passionately. "It was I who told of the silken cord and

"It was right that you should do so," he declared. "You must not reproach yourself with that."

"But I do! I do!" she cried again. "I always shall! Don't you understand that if you stay here they will treat

"Dear young lady," he said, "you need never fear that I shall wait for the touch of your men of law. Death is

too easily won for that. If the end which you have spoken of comes, there is another wayanother house of

She rose slowly to her feet. The absolute serenity of his manner bespoke an impregnability of purpose before

which the words died away on her lips. She realized that she might as well plead with the dead!

"You do not mind," he whispered, "if I tell you that you must not stay here any longer?"

He led her toward the door. Upon the threshold he took her cold fingers into his hand and kissed them

"Do not be too despondent," he said. "I have a star somewhere which burns for me. Tonight I have been

looking for it. It is there still," he added, pointing to the wide open window. "It is there, undimmed, clearer

She passed away without looking up again. The Prince listened to her footsteps dying away in the corridor.

Then he closed the door, and, entering his bedroom, undressed himself and slept . . .

When Prince Maiyo awoke on the following morning, the sunshine was streaming into the room, and his

The Prince dressed quickly and was first in the pleasant morning room, with its open windows leading on to

the terrace. He strolled outside and wandered amongst the flower beds. Here he was found, soon afterwards,

"Your Highness," the latter said, "His Grace has sent me to look for you. He would be glad if you could spare

The Prince followed the man to the room where his host was waiting for him. The Duke, with his hands

"Good morning, Duke," the Prince said cheerfully. "Another of your wonderful spring mornings. Upon the

terrace the sun is almost hot. Soon I shall begin to fancy that the perfume of your spring flowers is the

"Prince," the Duke said quietly, "I have sent for you as your host. I speak to you now unofficially, as an

Englishman to his guest. I have been besieged through the night, and even this morning, with

incomprehensible messages which come to me from those who administer the law in this country. Prince, I

want you to remember that however effete you may find us as a nation from your somewhat romantic point of

view, we have at least realized the highest ideals any nation has ever conceived in the administration of the

law. Nobleman and pauper here are judged alike. If their crime is the same, their punishment is the same.

There is no man in this country who is strong enough to arrest the hand of justice."

"My dear Duke," he said, "it has given me very much pleasure, in the course of my investigations, to realize

the truth of what you have just said. I agree with you entirely. You could teach us in Japan a great lesson on

"Never mind those other countries," the Duke interrupted gravely. "I did not send for you to enter into an

academic discussion. I want you clearly to understand how I am placed, supposing a distinguished member of

my householdsupposing even you, Prince Maiyowere to come within the arm of the law. Even the great

"This," the Prince admitted, "I fully apprehend. It is surely reasonable that the stranger in your country should

"Very well, then," the Duke continued. "Listen to me, Prince. This morning a London magistrate will grant

what is called a search warrant which will enable the police to search, from attic to cellar, your house in St.

James' Square. An Inspector from Scotland Yard will be there this afternoon awaiting your return, and he

believes that he has witnesses who will be able to identify you as one who has broken the laws of this

country. I ask you no questions. There is the telephone on the table. My eightyhorsepower Daimler is at

the door and at your service. I understand that your cruiser in Southampton Harbor is always under steam. If

there is anything more, in reason, that I can do, you have only to speak." The Prince shook his head slowly.

"Duke," he said, "please send away your car, unless it will take me to London quicker than my own. What I

The Duke laid his hands upon the young man's shoulders and looked down into his face. The Duke was over

six feet high, and broad in proportion. Before him the Prince seemed almost like a boy.

"Maiyo," he said, "we have grown fond of you,my wife, my daughter, all of us. We don't want harm to

come to you, but there is the American Ambassador watching all the time. Already he more than half

suspects. For our sakes, Prince,come, I will say for the sake of those who are grateful to you for your

candor and truthfulness, for the lessons you have tried to teach us,make use of my car. You will reach

The Prince shook his head. His lips had parted in what was certainly a smile. At the corners they quivered, a

"My dear friend," he said, and his voice had softened almost to affection, "you do not quite understand. You

look upon the things which may come from your point of view and not from mine. Remember that, to your

philosophy, life itself is the greatest thing born into the world. To us it is the least. If you would do me a

It was curious how the Prince's sudden departure seemed to affect almost every member of the little house

party. At first it had been arranged that the Duke, Mr. Haviland, Sir Edward Bransome, and the Prince should

leave in the former's car, the Prince's following later with the luggage. Then the Duchess, whose eyes had

filled with tears more than once after her whispered conversation with her husband, announced that she, too,

must go to town. Lady Grace insisted upon accompanying her, and Penelope reminded them that she was

already dressed for travelling and that, in any case, she meant to be one of the party. Before ten o'clock they

The Prince sat side by side with Lady Grace, the other two occupants of the car being the Duke himself and

Mr. Haviland. No one seemed in the least inclined for conversation. The Duke and Mr. Haviland exchanged a

few remarks, but Lady Grace, leaning back in her seat, her features completely obscured by a thick veil,

declined to talk to any one. The Prince seemed to be the only one who made any pretence at enjoying the

beauty of the spring morning, who seemed even to be aware of the warm west wind, the occasional perfume

of the hedgeside violets, and the bluebells which stretched like a carpet in and out of the belts of wood. Lady

Grace's eyes, from beneath her veil, scarcely once left his face. Perhaps, she thought, these things were

merely allegorical to him. Perhaps his eyes, fixed so steadfastly upon the distant horizon, were not, as it

seemed, following the graceful outline of that grove of dark green pine trees, but were indeed searching back

into the corners of his life, measuring up the good and evil of it, asking the eternal questionwas it worth

In the other car, too, silence reigned. Somerfield was the only one who struggled against the general air of

"After all," he remarked to Bransome, "I don't see what we're all so blue about. If Scotland Yard are right,

and the Prince is really the guilty person they imagine him, I cannot see what sympathy he deserves. Of

course, they look upon this sort of thing more lightly in his own country, but, after all, he was no fool. He

"If you begin to talk like that, Charlie," she said, "I shall ask the Duchess to stop the car and put you down

"I should not care in the least what happened to you, today or at any other time," she declared.

After that, Somerfield held his peace, and a somewhat strained silence followed. Soon they reached the

outskirts of London. Long before midday they slackened speed, after crossing Battersea Bridge, and the two

cars drew alongside. They had arranged to separate here, but, curiously enough, no one seemed to care to

"You see the time!" the Prince exclaimed. "It is barely eleven o'clock. I want you all, if you will, to come

with me for ten minutes only to my house. Tomorrow it will be dismantled. Today I want you each to choose

a keepsake from amongst my treasures. There are so many ornaments over here, engravings and bronzes

which are called Japanese and which are really only imitations. I want you to have something, if you will, to

remember me by, all of you, something which is really the handicraft of my country people."

They reached St. James' Square in a few minutes. There were no signs of disturbance. The door flew open at

their approach. The same solemnfaced, quietly moving butler admitted them. The Prince led the way into

"It is a fancy of mine," he said, smiling, "to say goodbye to you all here. You see that there is nothing in this

room which is not really the product of Japan. Here I feel, indeed, as though I had crossed the seas and were

back under the shadow of my own mountains. Here I feel, indeed, your host, especially as I am going to

"Duke," he said, "this engraving is a rude thing, but the hand which guided the steel has been withered for

two hundred years, and no other example remains of its cunning. Mr. Haviland," he added, stepping to his

writing table, "this lacquered shrine, with its pagoda roof, has been attributed to KoboDaishi, and has stood

upon the writing table of seven emperors. Sir Edward, this sword, notwithstanding its strange shape and

gilded chasing, was wielded with marvellous effect, if history tells the truth, a hundred and thirty years ago

by my greatgrandfather when he fought his way to the throne. Sir Charles, you are to go into Parliament.

Some day you will become a diplomat. Some day, perhaps, you will understand our language. Just now I am

afraid," he concluded, "this will seem to you but a bundle of purple velvet and vellum, but it is really a

manuscript of great curiosity which comes from the oldest monastery in Asia, the Monastery of KoyaSan."

"Duchess," he said, "you see that my tapestries have already gone. They left yesterday for Devenham Castle.

I hope that you will find a place there where you may hang them. They are a little older than your French

ones, and time, as you may remember, has been kind to them. It may interest you to know that they were

executed some thirteen hundred and fifty years ago, and are of a design which, alas, we borrowed from the

The Prince paused for a moment. All were trying to express their thanks, but no one was wholly successful.

"Lady Grace," he said, turning to the statuette of Buddha in a corner of the room and taking from its neck a

string of strange blue stones, "I will not ask you to wear these, for they have adorned the necks of idols for

many centuries, but if you will keep them for my sake, they may remind you sometimes of the color of our

Once more he went to his writing table. From it he lifted, almost reverently, a small bronze figure,the

figure of a woman, strongly built, almost squat, without grace, whose eyes and head and arms reached

"Miss Penelope," he said, "to you I make my one worthless offering. This statuette has no grace, no

shapeliness, according to the canons of your wonderful Western art. Yet for five generations of my family it

has been the symbol of our lives. We are not idol worshippers in Japan, yet one by one the men of my race

have bent their knee before this figure and have left their homes to fight for the thing which she represents.

She is not beautiful, she does not stand for the joys and the great gifts of life, but she represents the country

which to us stands side by side with our God, our parents, and our Emperor. Nothing in life has been dearer

She took it with a sudden hysterical sob, which seemed to ring out like a strange note upon the unnatural

stillness of the room. And then there came a thing which happened before its time. The door was opened.

Inspector Jacks came in. With him were Dr. Spencer Whiles and the man who a few days ago had been

discharged from St. Thomas' Hospital. Of the very distinguished company who were gathered there,

Inspector Jacks took little notice. His eyes lit upon the form of the Prince, and he drew a sigh of relief. The

door was closed behind him, and he saw no way by which he could be cheated of his victory. He took a step

forward, and the Prince advanced courteously, as though to meet him. The others, for those few seconds,

seemed as though they had lost the power of speech or movement. Then before a word could be uttered by

either the Inspector or the Prince, the door was opened from the outside, and a man came running in,a man

dressed in a shabby blue serge suit, dark and thin. He ran past the Inspector and his companions, and he fell

"I confess!" he cried. "It was I who climbed on to the railway car! It was I who stabbed the American man in

the tunnel and robbed him of his papers! The others are innocent. Marki, who brought the car for me, knew

nothing. Those who saw me return to this house knew nothing. No man was my confidant. I alone am guilty!

I thought they could not discover the truth, but they have hunted me down. He is therethe doctor who

bandaged my knee. I told him that it was a bicycle accident. Listen! It was I who killed the young American

Vanderpole. I followed him from the Savoy Hotel. I dressed myself in the likeness of my master, and I

entered his taxi as a pleasant jest. Then I strangled him and I robbed him too! He saw methat man!" Soto

cried, pointing to the youth who stood at the Inspector's left hand. "He was on his bicycle. He skidded and fell

through watching me. I told my master that I was in trouble, and he has tried to shield me, but he did not

know the truth. If he had, he would have given me over as I give myself now. What I did I did because I love

His speech ended in a fit of breathlessness. He lay there, gasping. The doctor bent forward, looking at him

first in perplexity and afterwards in amazement. Then very slowly, and with the remnants of doubt still in his

"He is the image of the man who came to me that night," he declared. "He is wearing the same clothes, too."

"What do you say?" the Inspector whispered hoarsely to the youth on his other side. "Don't hurry. Look at

"He is the same height and figure as the man I saw enter the taxi," he said. "I believe that it is he."

"Wait!" he ordered, and his voice was sterner than any there had ever heard him use. There was a fire in his

"Soto," the Prince said, and he spoke in his own language, so that no person in that room understood him save

The man lay there, resting now upon his side, and supporting himself by the palm of his right hand. His

upturned face seemed to have in it all the passionate pleading of a dumb animal.

"Illustrious Prince," he answered, speaking also in his own tongue, "I did it for Japan! Who are you to blame

me, who have offered his own life so freely? I have no weight in the world. For you the future is big. You

will go back to Japan, you will sit at the right hand of the emperor. You will tell him of the follies and the

wisdom of these strange countries. You will guide him in difficulties. Your hand will be upon his as he writes

across the sheets of time, for the glory of the Motherland. Banzai, illustrious Prince! I, too, am of the

He suddenly collapsed. The doctor bent over him, but the Prince shook his head slowly.

"It is useless," he said. "The man has confessed his crime. He has told me the whole truth. He has taken

Lady Grace began to cry softly. The air of the room seemed heavy with pentup emotions. The Prince moved

One by one they left the room, Inspector Jacks amongst them. The only person who spoke, even in the hall,

"It was the Prince who brought the doctor here," he muttered. "He must have known! At least he must have

"The murderer is dead," he continued, speaking still under his breath. "Silence is a wonderful gift, Mr. Jacks.

They passed from the house, and once more its air of deep silence was unbroken. The Prince stood in the

middle of that strange room, whose furnishings and atmosphere seemed, indeed, so marvellously reminiscent

of some far distant land. He looked down upon the now lifeless figure, raised the still, white fingers in his for

a moment, and laid them reverently down. Then his head went upward, and his eyes seemed to be seeking the

"So do the great die," he murmured. "Already the Gods of our fathers are calling you Soto the Faithful.