ite unflattered by Mr. Taylor's
agreement with the theory she herself had put forward.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I believe modern science enables an
enamelled woman to blush at will; I wouldn't be sure of it, because it
is outside of my own line of investigation, but I have understood such
is the case."

"Very likely," assented Jennie. "What is that you have at the bottom of
your packet?"

"That," said the detective, drawing it forth and handing it to the girl,
"is her glove."

Jennie picked up the glove--which, alas! she had paid for and only
worn on one occasion--and smoothed it out between her fingers. It was
docketed "G; made by Gaunt et Cie, Boulevard Hausmann; purchased in
Paris by one alleging herself to be the Princess von Steinheimer."

"You have found out all about it," said Jennie, as she finished reading
the label.

"Yes, it is our business to do so; but the glove has not been of much
assistance to us."

"How did he say he became possessed of the glove?" asked the girl
innocently. "Did she give it to him?"

"No; he tore it from her hand as she was leaving him in the carriage. It
seemed to me a most ungentlemanly thing to do, but of course it was not
my business to tell Lord Donal that."

"So the glove has not been of much assistance to you. Tell me, then,
what you have done, and perhaps I shall be the better able to advise
you."

"We have done everything that suggested itself. We traced the alleged
Princess from the Hotel Bristol in Pans to Claridge's in London. I have
a very clever woman in Paris who assisted me, and she found where the
gloves were bought and where the dress was made. Did I read you Lord
Donal's description of the lady's costume?"

"No, never mind that; go on with your story."

"Well, Claridge's provided carriage, coachman and footman to take her to
the ball, and this returned with her sometime about midnight. Now, here
a curious thing happened. The lady ordered a hansom as she passed the
night-porter and shortly after packed off her maid in the cab."

"Her maid!" echoed Jennie.

"Yes. The maid came down in ordinary street dress shortly after, deeply
veiled, and drove away in the hansom; the lady paid her bill next
morning and went to the eight o'clock Paris express, with carriage and
pair, coachman and footman. Of course it struck me that it might be the
lady herself who had gone off in the cab, but a moment's reflection
showed me that she was not likely to leave th