ng him and give no other clew
to an outsider. You never can tell about a telephone. But fortunately,
I registered there under a different name. Try it now."

The girl had the receiver off the hook. After a short delay she was
talking directly with the faithful servitor, whose trembling voice
betokened his anxiety. But Rusty was too sage to ask too many
questions--he had served in affairs of delicacy before this.

"Hello--is this Mr. Rusty?... Yes? Well, listen carefully. You are to
come right over to the Manhattan Hotel across the street and a bellboy
will be waiting for you at the desk. He is to bring you up to room
1121."

Jarvis interrupted: "Tell him to keep his mouth shut!"

The Princess balked at the colloquialism.

"And--and--don't talk to anyone ... What's that?... Oh, yes.
'_Warren._'... There, he'll be coming over immediately."

Jarvis, the executive, was now in action.

He had emptied the trunk as she was talking, tossing out fascinating
feminine mysteries of lace and silks, with a nonchalance which brought
a twinkle into the dark eyes. He turned again.

"Hurry, now--call up the clerk downstairs. Tell them to look out for
Rusty and send him up here."

More delicate symphonies of Parisian architecture were thrown on the
floor, and Warren had taken out his pocket-knife.

"Hello, hello," called the Princess. "I'm expecting a man."

"A colored man," was Warren's parenthesis.

"Yes,... a colored man ... to get some bundles. He will come right to
the desk ... please send him up at once ... It is very important."

The Princess observed Jarvis' attempt to bore a hole in the side of the
trunk. He was laboring diligently, until the blade snapped.

"Confound it!"

"Why are you doing that?"

"I must breathe, you know ... Now, how can I cut a hole in the blessed
thing?" He scratched his forehead in a quandary.

The Princess brought him her shears from the dresser. In a few minutes
he had made two openings which seemed to satisfy him, but it had been
no easy task.

"What time does the boat sail?"

"Nine o'clock."

"Good. That will give Rusty time to get aboard with these trays and my
baggage. Let me see, it is a quarter of six now--how quickly the dawn
has slipped in!"

There was a knock on the outer door, and Jarvis again disappeared
behind the bathroom portal, with instinctive caution.

At a call from the Princess, the door opened after she had slid back
the upper bolt. The girl stepped back