h me to hand you over to the police at Southampton, you
had better answer my questions," remarked the Prince drily.

Tommy was not afraid of princes, but in the lexicon of her harassed youth
"Police" had always been a word of dread.

"I wanted to get at you."

"I gather that."

"There didn't seem any other way. It's jolly difficult to get at you.
You're so jolly artful."

"Tell me how you managed it."

"There's a little bridge for signals just outside Waterloo. I could see
that the train would have to pass under it. So I climbed up and waited.
It being a foggy night, you see, nobody twigged me. I say, you are
Prince Blank, ain't you?"

"I am Prince Blank."

"Should have been mad if I'd landed the wrong man."

"Go on."

"I knew which was your carriage--leastways, I guessed it; and as it came
along, I did a drop." Tommy spread out her arms and legs to illustrate
the action. "The lamps, you know," explained Tommy, still dabbing at her
face--"one of them caught me."

"And from the roof?"

"Oh, well, it was easy after that. There's an iron thing at the back,
and steps. You've only got to walk downstairs and round the corner, and
there you are. Bit of luck your other door not being locked. I hadn't
thought of that. Haven't got such a thing as a handkerchief about you,
have you?"

The Prince drew one from his sleeve and passed it to her. "You mean to
tell me, boy--"

"Ain't a boy," explained Tommy. "I'm a girl!"

She said it sadly. Deeming her new friends such as could be trusted,
Tommy had accepted their statement that she really was a girl. But for
many a long year to come the thought of her lost manhood tinged her voice
with bitterness.

"A girl!"

Tommy nodded her head.

"Umph!" said the Prince; "I have heard a good deal about the English
girl. I was beginning to think it exaggerated. Stand up."

Tommy obeyed. It was not altogether her way; but with those eyes beneath
their shaggy brows bent upon her, it seemed the simplest thing to do.

"So. And now that you are here, what do you want?"

"To interview you."

Tommy drew forth her list of questions.

The shaggy brows contracted.

"Who put you up to this absurdity? Who was it? Tell me at once."

"Nobody."

"Don't lie to me. His name?"

The terrible, small eyes flashed fire. But Tommy also had a pair of
eyes. Before their blaze of indignation the great man positively
quailed. This type of opponent was new to him.