inates. "You will find a military car outside. Take these men over
to the guardroom at the Norwich Barracks. I have arranged for an escort
to see them to town. Tell the colonel I'll be over later in the day."

The Princess rose from the chair into which she had subsided a few
moments before. Dominey turned towards her.

"Princess," he said, "there can be little conversation between us. Yet
I shall ask you to remember this. Von Ragastein planned my death in
cold blood. I could have slain him as an assassin, without the slightest
risk, but I preferred to meet him face to face with the truth upon my
lips. It was his life or mine. I fought for my country's sake, as he did
for his."

The Princess looked at him with glittering eyes.

"I shall hate you to the end of my days," she declared, "because you
have killed the thing I love, but although I am a woman, I know justice.
You were chivalrous towards me. You treated Leopold perhaps better
than he would have treated you. I pray that I shall never see your
face again. Be so good as to suffer me to leave this house at once, and
unattended."

Dominey threw open the windows which led on to the terrace and stood on
one side. She passed by without a glance at him and disappeared. Eddy
came strolling along the terrace a few moments later.

"Nice old ducks, those two, dear heart," he confided. "Seaman has just
offered Forsyth, my burly ruffian in the blue serge suit, a hundred
pounds to shoot him on the pretence that he was escaping."

"And what about Schmidt?"

"Insisted on his rights as an officer and demanded the front seat and a
cigar before the car started! A pretty job, Dominey, and neatly cleaned
up."

Dominey was watching the dust from the two cars which were disappearing
down the avenue.

"Tell me, Eddy," he asked, "there's one thing I have always been curious
about. How did you manage to keep that fellow Wolff when there wasn't a
war on, and he wasn't breaking the law?"

The young man grinned.

"We had to stretch a point there, old dear," he admitted. "Plans of a
fortress, eh?"

"Do you mean to say that he had plans of a fortress upon him?" Dominey
asked.

"Picture post-card of Norwich Castle," the young man confided, "but keep
it dark. Can I have a drink before I get the little car going?"

The turmoil of the day was over, and Dominey, after one silent but
passionate outburst of thankfulness at the passing from his life of this
unnatural restraint, f