ositive I have never heard the name. You will find the
Captain at the Tower to-morrow morning."

The two Americans went to bed, one so dismayed by his disappointment
that he could not sleep for hours.

VII. THE LADY IN THE CARRIAGE

They slept rather late in the morning, first because they were very much
fatigued after their long journey, second for the reason that they had
been unable to woo slumber until long past midnight. Anguish stretched
himself lazily in bed when he heard Lorry's voice from the adjoining
room.

"I suppose we are to consult the police in order to get a clue to your
charmer," he yawned. "Nice friends you pickup on railway journeys. I'd
be ashamed."

"Well, Harry, I'll confess I'm disgusted. This has been the most idiotic
thing I've ever done, and if you say the word we'll get out of here on
the first train--freight or passenger. The Guggenslockers--pigs!" Mr.
Lorry was savage.

"Not a bit of it, my boy, not a bit of it. We'll make a house-to-house
canvass if the police fail us. Cheer up, cheer up!"

"You go to thunder!"

"Hold on! Don't talk like that, or I'll go back on you in a minute. I'm
here because I choose to be, and I've more heart in the chase at this
minute than you have. I've not lost hope, We'll find the Guggenslockers
if we have to hire detectives to trace 'em from the United States to
their very doorstep. We're going to see the police after breakfast."

After breakfast they did go to see the Baron Dangloss. After some
inquiry they found the gloomy, foreboding prison, and Mr. Anguish boldly
pounded on the huge gates. A little shutter flew open, and a man's face
appeared. Evidently he asked what was wanted, but he might as, well have
demanded their lives, so far were they from understanding his query.

"Baron Dangloss?" asked Anguish, promptly. The man asked something else,
but as the Americans shook their heads deprecatingly, he withdrew his
face and presently swung open the gates. They entered and he closed the
doors behind them, locking them in. Then he directed them across the
court to an open door in the aged mass of gray stone. As they strode
away from the guard Lorry created consternation by demanding:

"How are we to talk to the Chief if he doesn't understand us or we him?
We should lave brought an interpreter."

"I forgot about the confounded language. But if he's real he can talk
Irish." Lorry told him he wasn't funny.

"Is this His Excellency, Baron Da