p to speak to the
Prime Minister. The Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard has been to see
them. One of their detectives has collected evidence which justifies
them in issuing a warrant for your arrest."

"For my arrest," the Prince repeated.

"Don't you understand?" she continued breathlessly. "Don't you see how
horrible it is? They mean to arrest you for the murder of Hamilton Fynes
and Dicky Vanderpole!"

"If this must be so," the Prince answered, "why do they not come? I am
here."

"But you must not stay here!" she exclaimed. "You must escape! It is too
terrible to think that you should--oh, I can't say it!--that you
should have to face these charges. If you are guilty, well, Heaven help
you!--If you are guilty, I want you to escape all the same!"

He looked at her with the puzzled air of one who tries to reason with a
child.

"Dear Miss Penelope," he said, "this is kind of you, but, after all,
remember that I am a man, and I must not run away."

"But you cannot meet these charges!" she interrupted. "You cannot meet
them! You know it! Oh, don't think I can't appreciate your point of
view! If you killed those men, you killed them to obtain papers which
you believed were necessary for the welfare of your country. Oh, it is
not I who judge you! You did not do it, I know, for your own gain. You
did it because you are, heart and soul, a patriot. But here, alas! they
do not understand. Their whole standpoint is different. They will judge
you as they would a common criminal. You must fly,--you must, indeed!"

"Dear Miss Penelope," he said, "I cannot do that! I cannot run away like
a thief in the dark. If this thing is to come, it must come."

"But you don't understand!" she continued, wringing her hands. "You
think because you are a great prince and a prince of a friendly nation
that the law will treat you differently. It will not! They have talked
of it downstairs. You are not formally attached to any one in this
country. You are not even upon the staff of the Embassy. You are here on
a private mission as a private person, and there is no way in which the
Government can intervene, even if it would. You are subject to its laws
and you have broken them. For Heaven's sake, fly! You have your motor
car here. Let your man drive you to Southampton and get on board the
Japanese cruiser. You mustn't wait a single moment. I believe that
tomorrow morning will be too late!"

He took her hands in his very tenderly and yet wit