abashed at the appearance of the
excited negro. Rusty rolled his eyes, suspiciously taking in the
contents of the room.

"Whar's Marse Warren?" and his voice was hoarse. Jarvis stepped into
view. "Lawd bless you, Marse Warren. I done thought dat Marcum got you
dis time."

"Never mind what you thought. Help me wrap up these trays. We sail for
Europe in two hours."

Rusty gasped, shot another big-eyed look at the beautiful girl and then
at his master.

"Two hours--good Lawd!--you mean WE?"

The Princess was holding out a steamer rug in silence.

"Yes, Rusty, you and I. Here, give me a hand with this rug," and with
the aid of his servant he made a quick job of the bundling. "Now, take
these--with our baggage from the Belmont--to the steamship _Mauretania_
of the Cunard line. Buy accommodations.... Mind, you won't see me until
after we get out to sea. You stay in your stateroom and sit tight until
you hear from me."

He took out his wallet.

"You understand now? Cunard line. You can find it some way--just take a
taxi, and get there as fast as you can. The clerk at the hotel will get
the tickets over the telephone, and you can pay him when you settle for
the whole bill, with that other money I gave you. Now, get hold of this
money, and keep hold of it. No gin now, Rusty!"

He turned around, and observed the amused surprise on the face of his
fair companion.

"I beg your pardon.... This is Rusty;--Rusty, this is the Princess of
Aragon...."

Rusty bowed.

"Howdy do, Mrs. Princess!"

"There, that will do. Is it all clear for you now?"

"Yassir. I takes everything to the steamboat--gets
accommo--accommo--wall, I knows what you means, Marse Warren, if I
cain't spell it. I gets them things for us and Mrs. Princess."

The girl reddened under the beaming smile, but Jarvis quickly
interceded.

"Not for the Princess; just for us two. What's the name of the boat?"

"The _Mary Tania_!"

"That'll do. Now be off, and don't get left behind."

As Rusty made his exit with the bulky bundle, the Princess smiled:
"Good-by, Rusty," and he bobbed his head with a broader grin than ever
as he disappeared down the corridor toward the elevator.

"Time nearly up," muttered Warren, as he took off his coat. "Pardon the
disrobing--but I'll be more at ease in my shirt-sleeves. It's a stingy
little room to spend three hours in. I'll lie this way, with my head
toward this corner. Remember, this trunk must not go into the hold of