. Ware, and I have not the
time to tell it to you. Besides, there is one who can tell you all about
Anne and her father much better than I can. The Princess Karacsay. Do
you know her?"

"I have seen the name somewhere."

"Probably on a programme," said Mrs. Cairns composedly. "Oh, don't look
so astonished. The Princess is really a Hungarian aristocrat. She
quarrelled with her people, and came to England with very little money.
To keep herself alive she tried to become a governess. Afterwards,
having a beautiful voice, she became a concert singer. I hear she is
very popular."

"How should she know about Anne--I mean Miss Denham?"

"Because if there is any woman to whom Anne would go in her distress, it
would be the Princess. She met Anne here while she was a governess, and
the two became great friends. They were always together. I do not know
where Anne is, Mr. Ware. She did not come to me, nor has she written;
but if she is in England the Princess will know."

"Do you think she would tell me?" asked Giles eagerly.

"I really don't know. She is romantic, and if she learned that you loved
Anne she might be inclined to help you. But that would depend upon Anne
herself. How is she disposed towards you?"

For answer Giles related the episode of the foreign letter, with the
drawing of the coin and the one word "Innocent." Mrs. Cairns listened
quietly, and nodded.

"Evidently Anne values your good opinion. I think you had better tell
all this to the Princess." She hastily wrote a few lines. "This is her
address."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!"

"And, Mr. Ware," added the old lady, laying a kind hand on his arm, "if
you hear about Anne, come and tell me. I hope with all my soul that you
will be able to save the poor child."

"If human aid can prove her innocence, you can depend upon me," was
Ware's reply. And taking leave of Mrs. Cairns, he left the Institute
with his heart beating and his head in the air.

Giles was glad that his good fortune had led him to meet this true
friend of the woman he loved. He was also glad that he had been so open
with her about his passion, else she might not have sent him to the
Princess Karacsay. As the name came into his mind he glanced down at the
paper, which he still held. The address of Anne's friend was "42,
Gilbert Mansions, Westminster." Giles resolved to lose no time in
looking her up. She would be able to tell him where Anne was, and also
might be able to explain the myst