at hand, and
hidden by a gorse bush. She whistled. I tell you, Ware, she whistled.
What manners these foreigners have! Three times she whistled. Then some
one rose from behind another bush and walked quickly to the carriage. It
was Anne. Oh, don't tell me it wasn't," cried Mrs. Parry, vigorously
shaking her head. "I knew her walk and the turn of her head. Trust me
for knowing her amongst a thousand. Anne Denham it was and none other."

"What happened then?" asked Giles anxiously.

"Why, this Princess Olga embraced and kissed her. Does she know her?"

"Yes. They have been friends for a long time."

"Humph! and Princess Olga's mother comes from Jamaica, where Anne was
born," said Mrs. Parry. "Queer. There is some sort of a connection."

"You are too suspicious, Mrs. Parry."

"All the better. But I can see through a stone wall. Believe me, Ware,
that if there isn't some connection between those two, I am a
Dutchwoman. However, Anne got into the carriage and it drove away."

Giles caught up his hat. "To London," he cried jubilantly. "I know where
Anne is to be found now." And to Mrs. Parry's dismay, he rushed out.

CHAPTER XX

MANY A SLIP 'TWIXT CUP AND LIP

But Giles was not destined to go to London as quickly as he thought. He
rushed out of Mrs. Parry's cottage, leaving that good lady in a state of
frenzied curiosity, and walked rapidly through the village on the road
to his own house. On the way he dropped into "The Merry Dancer" to look
at an "A B C." Morris, still swelling with importance over his
illustrious guests, although these had now left, conducted him into the
deserted salon and gave him the guide. While Giles was looking up the
first train, Morley, hot and dusty and short of breath, rushed into the
room.

"Upon my word, Ware, I think you must be deaf," he said, wiping his
perspiring forehead. "I've been running and calling after you for the
last five minutes."

"I was buried in my own thoughts," replied Ware, turning the pages of
the guide rapidly, "wait a bit."

"I see you are going to London, Ware. What's up?"

By this time Giles noted the earliest train he could catch from Barnham
Station, and found he had over an hour to spare. He was not averse to
spending a portion of it in Morley's company, for he had much to tell
him of what had happened. And the advice of the ex-detective was
certain to be good. "I am following Anne," he said.

"Miss Denham." Morley stared. "Then you know----