The manager turned to me with a smile. He spoke in quite as pleasant a
voice as he had spoken before; it was, indeed, quite conciliating! But
there was an order behind it!

"Now, Miss Smith, I am very sorry to have to disturb you. We're all
very sorry, I'm sure," with a glance at the other three men.

The detective looked polite and blank; the Jew man seemed fussing and
fuming over something; the young American glanced interestedly about the
room, taking everything in, down to the carnations in my hand. He smiled
at me. He had a friendly face.

"Not at all," I said, wishing my heart would not beat with such
unreasonable alarm. "Is there anything--is it anything about my
mistress?"

"Oh, no. Miss Smith. It's a mere formality we're asking you to submit
to," said the manager. "All our own staff have complied, without raising
any objection. And we think it advisable to apply the same thing to
other--er--to other people employed about the place. It's as much for
your own sake as for ours, you know?"

"What is?" I asked, feeling distinctly more fluttered.

"I am sure you're far too reasonable to make any demur," the manager
went on soothingly. "The last young lady, our Miss Mackenzie, raised no
objection at all."

Mackenzie is the sandy-haired chamber-maid.

"Objection to what?" I asked, with as much dignity as I could possibly
summon up.

"Why, to having us go through her boxes, Miss Smith," said the manager
with great suavity. "The fact is an article of value is missing from
this hotel. The property of Mr. Rattenheimer here," with a turn towards
the obese Hebrew, "and it would be a satisfaction to him and to all of
us to prove that no suspicious can be attached to anybody in the place.
So----"

So that was it!

They wanted to search my things to see if I were a thief!

Yes, they actually wanted to search my trunks! Just as if I were a
suspected servant in a country house where one of the guests finds a
diamond bar missing!

Here was a nice predicament for Aunt Anastasia's niece, and for my poor
father's child, to say nothing of Lady Anastasia's great-granddaughter!
It was so absurd that I nearly laughed. At all events, I suppose the
anxious expression must have left my face for the moment.

The manager rubbed his hands, and said in a pleased voice: "Ah, I knew
you were sensible, and would make no fuss! When people have clear
consciences I don't suppose they mind who goes looking through their
things. I