Jamaica, and, knowing what my mother had
said about Denham, I thought Anne was the daughter of my mother's enemy.
Afterwards I learned the truth through Dane."

"How did you meet Dane?"

"Well, I knew him by sight long before we spoke. He used to dog Anne and
myself. She never saw him. When I described his looks she thought he
might be her dead father's secretary--for she then believed her father,
Denham, alias Franklin, was dead. She wished to see him, but Dane always
kept out of her sight. Then when Anne went to Mrs. Morley he still
continued to dog me. He got to know a concert hall where I frequently
sang and hired himself there as an attendant. Then he took to sending me
love-letters. I was angry at first. Afterwards I wondered if he knew
anything about Denham, and thought he must if he really was the
secretary, as Anne said. I asked him to come here."

"Olga," said the Princess, "you have behaved badly."

"It has all turned out for the best," responded Olga wearily. She was
beginning to show signs of fatigue again, but still kept on with her
explanation in the most plucky manner. "Dane came. He is a handsome
young fellow and was well dressed. I led him on to talk about Anne. He
told me more than he should have done."

"Told you what?"

"That Denham had come in for money and was living at Rickwell. As I knew
from Anne about the Powell money, I put two and two together and
concluded that Denham was pretending to be Anne's father; that she was
really my half-sister; and that her pretended father had really murdered
Daisy Kent to get the money as Franklin."

"But how did you know about this?" asked Giles.

"Why," replied Olga, much surprised at his density, "I read the case in
the papers. I knew that Anne could not have killed Daisy, and having
settled in my own mind that she was not Denham's daughter, from her
resemblance to me, I decided that Franklin, who lived at the Priory and
had the money, was really my mother's enemy. I sent for my mother. She
came over, went down to Rickwell, and recognized Denham. That is all."

"Wait a minute," said Giles quickly, "what about your telling Steel to
look after Dane?"

"Well, Mr. Ware, it was this way," she answered. "When you came to me
and talked about the Scarlet Cross, I remembered that Dane had such a
one on his watch-chain."

"The badge of the gang!"

"Of course, but I did not know that until later. Then Steel came in, if
you remember, and hinted that the