red cross was the symbol of such a
gang. Your talk of the cross being found in the church, and that you
thought it was dropped by the criminal set me thinking. I sent for Dane
again and tried to find out the truth. At first he refused, saying it
was as much as his life was worth to talk."

"And I daresay he is right, mademoiselle. Denham would not stick at a
second murder. By the way, did you know he was Wilson?"

"Only when Dane confessed. I gradually got him to be confidential to me,
promising that he would not get into trouble. He was so deeply in love
with me that he spoke out at last."

"My dear Olga!"

"Well, mother, I knew if I could get at the truth I could save Anne."

The Princess nodded, well pleased. "I am glad you thought of your
sister." Olga flushed a deep red and her eyes sought those of Giles. "It
was not my sister I thought of, but of myself," she said in a low tone.
"You see, mother, I fancied that I might get something if I could prove
the innocence of Anne, for I----"

"Is any explanation needed, mademoiselle?" said Giles uneasily.

She paused for a moment and looked at him straightly. "No," she said at
length; "that is all over. I think no more explanation need be made. But
with regard to Dane. He told me that Denham had come to England to see
about the money left to Daisy Kent. He disguised himself as Wilson and
lodged at a Mrs. Benker's. Then he went down to Rickwell, and----"

"And murdered Daisy," interposed Giles eagerly.

"So I said, Mr. Ware; but Dane, who seems devoted in a way to Denham,
denies that he struck the blow."

"Does he know who did?"

"No. He says Denham doesn't know either."

"Denham's a bigger scoundrel than you think," said Giles, recalling his
last conversation at the Priory. "He accuses Anne of murdering the
girl."

"He'll have to prove it, then," said Olga coolly, while her mother
shrieked. "I'll be able to save Anne, never fear. However, Dane told me
that the red cross was the badge of a thieves' gang. Denham had a yacht
called _The Red Cross_, which goes from one port to another to take
stolen goods on board."

"That's what Steel says."

"Of course. Dane told him when he taxed him with it. The boy, for he is
just twenty-five, told me everything."

"And you told Steel," said Ware, rather reproachfully.

"I had to tell Steel, if I wished to save Anne," retorted Olga; "but I
asked him to do nothing to imperil the liberty of Mark Dane."

"Did he promis