fs Gretchen remained as
far away as ever. I told him what I knew.

"I must see this Princess before I move. If they look alike, why, let
things take their course. As a matter of fact, Phyllis is to share
equally with Ethel. So, whether or not she proves to be a Princess, it
will not interfere with her material welfare. And, by the way, Jack,
isn't there a coldness of some sort between you and Phyllis?"

"Not a coldness," said I; "merely an understanding. Let us be getting
back to the ballroom. I am anxious to see the two when they meet."

I left him in the reception room. As I was in the act of crossing the
hall which led to the ballroom, I was stopped. It was the Prince.

"Well," he said, smiling ironically, "the matter is, sadly for you,
definitely settled. Your friend may in truth be a Princess, but there
are no proofs. In the eyes of men they are sisters; in the eyes of the
law they are total strangers. I shall not ask you to congratulate me
upon my success. I shall now wed the Princess Hildegarde with a sense
of security. Come--have you seen her yet? She does not know that you
are here. It will be a surprise and a pleasure. As to that other
matter, I shall send a gentleman around to your rooms in the morning to
arrange the affair."

I shivered. I had forgotten that I had accepted a challenge.

"Take me to her," said I. "She will be happy indeed to see me, as you
know." I laughed in his face. "How convenient it would be for both of
us--her and me--should my bullet speed to the proper place! Believe
me, I shall be most happy to kill you. There are many things on the
slate to wipe out."

"I see that you are a gentleman of spirit," said he, smoothing the
scowl from his brow. "Ah, there she stands. Look well, my friend;
look at her well. This is probably the last night you will see her,
save as my wife."

The sight of that dear face took the nerves from me, and left me
trembling. Even in the momentary glance I detected a melancholy cast
to her features. She was surrounded by several men, who wore various
decorations.

"Your Highness," said the Prince, mockery predominating his tones,
"permit me to present to you an old friend."

Was it because her soul instinctively became conscious of my presence
and nerved her for the ordeal, that she turned and smiled on me? The
Prince appeared for a moment crestfallen. Perhaps the scene lacked a
denouement. Oh, I was sure that implacable ha