annot do it," said Martin, looking at Wanda. "You know my
position--how I am watched."

"There is only one person in Warsaw who can do it," said Wanda--"Paul
Deulin."

"Deulin could do it," said the prince, thoughtfully. "But I never talk
to Deulin of these matters. Politics are a forbidden subject between
us."

"Then I will go and see Monsieur Deulin the first thing to-morrow
morning," said Wanda, quietly.

"You?" asked her father. And Martin looked at her in silent surprise.
The old prince's eyes flashed suddenly.

"Remember," he said, "that you run the risk of making people talk of
you. They may talk of us--of Martin and me--the world has talked of the
Bukatys for some centuries--but never of their women."

"They will not talk of me," returned Wanda, composedly. "I will see to
that. A word to Mr. Cartoner will be enough. I understood him to say
that he was not going to stay long in Warsaw."

The prince had acquired the habit of leaving many things to Wanda. He
knew that she was wiser than Martin, and in some ways more capable.

"Well," he said, rising. "I take no hand in it. It is very late. Let us
go to bed."

He paused half-way towards the door.

"There is one thing," he said, "which we should be wise to
recollect--that whatever Cartoner may know or may not know will go no
farther. He is a diplomatist. It is his business to know everything and
to say nothing."

"Then, by Heaven, he knows his business!" cried Martin, with his
reckless laugh.

There are three entrances to the Hotel de l'Europe, two beneath the
great archway on the Faubourg, where the carriages pass through into the
court-yard--where Hermani was assassinated--where the people carried
in the bodies of those historic five, whose mutilated corpses were
photographed and hawked all through eastern Europe. The third is a side
door, used more generally by habitues of the restaurant. It was to this
third door that Wanda drove the next morning. She knew the porter there.
He was in those days a man with a history and Wanda was not ignorant of
it.

"Miss Cahere--the American lady?" she said. And the porter gave her the
number of Netty's room. He was too busy a man to offer to escort her
thither.

Wanda mounted the stairs along the huge corridor. She passed Netty's
room, and ascended to the second story. All fell out as she had wished.
At the head of the second staircase there is a little glass-partitioned
room, where the servants sit when the