not be a difficult
task to take up an avocation as well as a vocation. I wonder if I
couldn't be a pretty good Ghost Maker? Think it over."

Jarvis, with a simple word of good-bye to the Princess, returned to his
own cabin, where he lost himself in slumber. The tortures of his trunk
trip were still with him, in aching muscles and strained ligaments.

The girl wondered what had become of him, for it was not until late in
the evening that he telephoned to her at the suite.

She was on the deck, listening to the orchestra concert. Nita responded
at the 'phone. Jarvis surprised the girl by a voluble discourse in
Spanish. He had mastered it in his tropical travels. It was to come in
as a life-saving accomplishment before the end of the adventure.

"Tell me, Nita. Have you good eyes?" he curiously inquired.

"Ah, senor, so I am told," was the ingenuous reply.

"Well, in that sense I have my doubts about their goodness ... but what
I want you to do, for the sake of your Princess and her brother, is to
keep those black eyes eternally watchful. I am expecting some curious
tricks from one we know. Let her know what you see--and she will tell
me. Remember--keep looking, listening all the time."

Nita promised, and Warren repaired to the lounge, where he observed the
Duke nursing his ill-humor over a lonesome absinthe _frappe_.

Warren did not seek companionship either, upon this journey. He knew
too many men in the ranks of the international traders, to dare risk
recognition. The great roadway between New York and the European ports
has now become a veritable promenade, thronged with travelers: it is no
longer a lonely passage.

The great steamship was crowded on this trip, Rusty being in good luck
to obtain a stateroom relinquished just before sailing time. With
nearly two thousand people on board, it was a floating town--and more
than once in the crowded decks and saloons he caught glimpses of men he
knew in club, college, or business. He would invariably beat a
precipitate retreat. His daily procedure was hermit-like. With the
exception of an early morning stroll, alone, on the promenade deck, he
took no more chances after that first morning. His meals were served in
his stateroom. From the splendid library of the ship he secured ample
reading material to while away the time.

At night he spent an hour in walking with the Princess--and they were
wonderful moments. Each evening he seemed to grow better acquainted
with