ere, and these gray
fellows are a part of his retinue. Lorenz has gone on to the castle.
What's the matter?" Lorry had turned pale and was reaching for the wall
with unsteady hand.

"He has come for his answer," he said, slowly, painfully.

"That's right! I hadn't thought of that. I hope she turns him down. But
there's Gabriel over yonder. See those three fellows in blue? The middle
one is the prince."

Near the door leading to the piazza stood several men, gray and blue.
The man designated as Gabriel was in the center, talking gaily and
somewhat loudly, puffing at a cigarette between sentences. He was not
tall, but he was strongly and compactly built. His hair and cropped
beard were as black as coal, his eyes wide, black and lined, It was a
pleasure-worn face, and Lorry shuddered as he thought of the Princess in
the power of this evil-looking wretch. They leisurely made their way
to a spot near the talkers. There was no mistaking the voice. Prince
Gabriel and Michael were one and the same, beyond all doubt. But how to
prove it to the satisfaction of others?

Skepticism would follow any attempt to proclaim the prince guilty
because his voice sounded like that of the chief conspirator. In a
matter where whole nations were concerned the gravest importance would
be attached to the accusation of a ruler. Satisfying themselves as to
the identity of that peculiar voice, the friends passed through to the
piazza.

"What's to be done?" asked Anguish, boiling over with excitement.

"We must go to Baron Dangloss, tell him of our positive discovery, and
then consult Count Halfont."

"And Her Royal Highness, of course."

"Yes, I suppose so," said Lorry, flicking the ashes from his cigar with
a finger that was now steady. He was serving the Princess again.

They hurried to the Tower, and were soon in the presence of the fierce
little chief of police. Lorry had spent many hours with Dangloss
of late, and they had become friends. His grim old face blanched
perceptibly as he heard the assertions of the young men. He shook his
head despairingly.

"It may be as you say, gentlemen, but I am afraid we can do nothing. To
charge a prince with such a crime and on such evidence would be
madness. I am of your belief, however. Prince Gabriel is the man I have
suspected. Now I am convinced. Before we can do anything in such a grave
matter it will be necessary to consult the Princess and her ministers.
In case we conclude to accuse the