gnature affixed to those papers?" Dangloss handed them to him.
He glanced at the name he loved, written by the hand he had kissed, now
signing away his life, perhaps. A mist came over his eyes and a strange
joy filled his soul. The hand that signed the name had trembled in doing
so, had trembled pitifully. The heart had not guided the fingers. "I
am your prisoner, Captain Dangloss. Do with me as you will," he said,
simply.

"I regret that I am obliged to place you in a cell, sir, and under
guard. Believe me, I am sorry this happened. I am your friend," said the
old man, gloomily.

"And I," cried Quinnox.

"But what is to become of me?" cried poor Anguish, half in tears. "I
won't leave you, Gren. It's an infernal outrage!"

"Be cool, Harry, and it will come out right. He has no proof, you know,"
said the other, wringing his friend's hand.

"But I'll have to stay here, too. If I go outside these walls, I'll be
killed like a dog," protested Harry.

"You are to have a guard of six men while you are in Edelweiss, Mr.
Anguish. Those are the instructions of the Princess. I do not believe
the scoundrels--I mean the Axphain nobles--will molest you if you do
not cross them, When you are ready to go to your hotel, I will accompany
you."

Half an hour later Larry was in a cell from which there could be
no escape, while Anguish was riding toward the hotel, surrounded by
Graustark soldiers. He had sworn to his friend that he would unearth the
murderer if it lay within the power of man. Captain Dangloss heard the
oath and smiled sadly.

At the castle there was depression and relief, grief and joy. The
royal family, the nobility, even the servants, soldiers and attendants,
rejoiced in the stroke that had saved the Princess from a fate worse
than death. Her preserver's misfortune was deplored deeply; expressions
of sympathy were whispered among them all, high and low. The Axphainians
were detested--the Prince most of all--and the crime had come as a joy
instead of a shock. There were, of course, serious complications for the
future, involving ugly conditions that were bound to force themselves
upon the land. The dead man's father would demand the life of his
murderer. If not Lorry, who? Graustark would certainly be asked to
produce the man who killed the heir to the throne of Axphain, or to make
reparation--bloody reparation, no doubt.

In the privacy of her room the stricken Princess collapsed from the
effects of the ordeal