ounter any particular
difficulty, but that he saw a strange loneliness ahead. Therefore he
welcomed his friend's avowed intention to accompany him to Edelweiss as
a relief instead of an annoyance. Until late in the night they discussed
the coming trip, Anguish finally startling him with a question, just as
he was stretching himself preparatory to the walk to his hotel.

"What are you going to do with her after you find her, Gren, old man?"

Grenfall's brow puckered and he brought himself up with a jerk, puzzled
uncertainty expressing itself in his posture as well as in his face.

"I'll think about that after I have found her," he replied.

"Think you'll marry her?" persisted the other.

"How do I knew?" exclaimed the woman hunter, savagely.

"Oh, of course you don't know--how could you?" apologized Anguish.
"Maybe she won't have you--maybe she is married--all sorts of
contingencies, you know. But, if you'll pardon my inquisitiveness, I'd
like to ask why you are making this wild goose chase half around the
world? just to have another look at her?"

"You asked me if I thought--" Here he stopped.

"I take it for granted, then, that you'd like to. Well, I'm glad that
I've got something definite on which to base operations. The one
object of our endeavors, from now on, is to exchange Guggenslocker for
Lorry--certainly no robbery. A charity, I should say. Good-night! See
you in the morning."

The next morning the two friends took a cab to several railway stations
and inquired about Graustark and Edelweiss.

"She was stringing you, old man," said Anguish, after they had turned
away from the third station. He spoke commiseratingly, as he really felt
sorry.

"No!" exclaimed Lorry. "She told me the truth. There is a Graustark and
she lives there. I'll stake my life on those eyes of hers."

"Are you sure she said it was in Europe?" asked Harry, looking up and
down the street as if he would not have been surprised to see her in
Paris. In his heart he believed that she and her precious relatives had
deceived old Gren. Perhaps their home was in Paris, and nowhere else.
But for Lorry's positiveness he would have laughed heartily at the
other's simple credulity, or branded him a dolt, the victim of some
merry actress's whim. Still, he was forced to admit, he was not in a
position to see matters as they appeared, and was charitable enough to
bide his time and to humor the faith that was leading them from place to
place in