who he was, and a list of
several of the entertainments given in his honor.

"You might call Mr. Craft at the Newport _Herald_ office and give him
this," she said.

Half an hour was spent in going over accounts, signing checks, auditing
bills, and the like, and then with a sigh she arose and passed into her
dressing-room. Ordinarily she would have dressed for the beach or the
Casino. But to-day she threw herself on a couch in her boudoir and
closed her eyes. But she did not sleep.

M. Dumois, hastening to comply with his mistress' command, failed to
find the girl in her apartments. At the moment, indeed, that Emilia
was informing the tutor that the girl had left for the stables, Miss
Wellington from a corner of the hall was gazing interestedly at the
Prince, who sat with his profile toward her. He was bending over a
table upon which was spread a parchment drawing. The sunlight fell
full upon him. He was not at all unprepossessing. Tall and slim, with
waist in and well-padded shoulders, his blonde hair and Van Dyck bead,
long white eyelashes, darker brows, and glittering blue eyes, he was
the very type of the aristocratic Muscovite.

As the girl looked she saw his lips part and his teeth glisten. He
half arose, leaned forward, and smote the chart.

Miss Wellington hurried down the hall and out of the house.

"Prince Koltsoff," she murmured, as she swung down the path to the
stable, "I would give worlds to know what you 're up to. I definitely
place you as a rascal. But oh, such a romantically picturesque one!"

CHAPTER IV

THE TAME TORPEDO

That night Lieutenant Armitage, in a marine's drab shirt and overalls,
stood among a silent group of mechanics on a pier near the Goat Island
lighthouse. A few hundred feet out lay a small practice torpedo boat,
with the rays of a searchlight from the bridge of the parent ship of
the First Flotilla resting full upon her.

Suddenly Armitage leaned forward. When he straightened there came a
dull report, a lurid flash of light, and with a sharp whirring sound a
model torpedo about half the regulation size, leaped through the
darkness and with a clear parting of the waters disappeared. A green
Very star cleaved the night. Intense silence followed. One second,
two seconds, elapsed and then from the practice boat out in the harbor
a red star reared. Armitage turned to the master mechanic at his side.

"Bully!" he said. "I aimed at least twenty feet wide