he knoll, from which she could watch the
entrance of the path and the coming of the invaders.

The archduke, lying back at his ease in the car, and smoking an
excellent cigar, spoke with assurance of catching the one-fifteen train
from Rowington to London and the night boat from Dover to Calais. Miss
Lambart wasted no breath encouraging him in an expectation based on the
efforts of Count Zerbst on the knoll. She stepped out of the car and
strolled up and down on the pleasant turf. Presently she saw a figure
coming down the aisle from the direction of Little Deeping; when it
came nearer, with considerable pleasure she recognized Sir Maurice.

When he came to them she presented him to the archduke as the
discoverer of his daughter's hiding-place. The archduke, mindful of
the fact that Sir Maurice had given the true story of the disappearance
to the world, received him ungraciously. Miss Lambart at once told Sir
Maurice of the errand of Count Zerbst and of her very small expectation
that anything would come of it. Sir Maurice agreed with her; and the
fuming archduke assured them that the count was the most promising
soldier in the army of Cassel-Nassau. Then Sir Maurice suggested that
they should go to the knoll and help the count. Miss Lambart assented
readily; and they set out at once. They skirted the barriers of thorns
in the path and came to the knoll. It was quiet and seemed utterly
deserted.

They called loudly to the count several times; but he did not answer.
Miss Lambart suggested that he was searching the caves and that they
should find him and help him search them; they plunged into the caves
and began to hunt for him. They did not find the count; neither did
they find the princess nor the Twins. They shouted to him many times
as they traversed the caves; but they had no answer.

This was not unnatural, seeing that he left the knoll just before they
reached it. He had mounted the side of it, calling loudly to the
princess. He had gone through half a dozen caves, calling loudly to
the princess. No answer had come to his calling. He had kept coming
out of the labyrinth on to the side of the knoll. At one of these
exits, to his great joy, he had seen the figure of a little girl,
dressed in the short serge skirt and blue jersey he had been told the
princess was wearing, slipping through the bushes at the foot of the
knoll. With a loud shout he had dashed down it in pursuit and plunged
after he