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COPyQKjHr. 19t5, ^ WOrtT A.fHTTECSCW
FIRST IWSTALUHEWT
CHAPTER I.
Th« Cry^e Coin.
Gray, crack Mporter on tb«
' Bv^at Star, 1>ulle) out of her typ»
writer the but sheet o( D&per and pil«4
lit OB the tittle h^p . of finished copy
wbl«b ia7 at her right. Then sha
cIMed her desk, stepped to the ward^
robe and took her coat and hat.
Taking her little coUei^tioh of copy
papei from the ,desk, witii the-privi
lege of long tenure in office she walked
to the desk of the pity, editor, who, al
though himself a married mao, had all
this time witlwut success tried to
look at the work before him and not
at the trim figure of Kitty Gray mak>
ing ready for her luncheon journey.
“When will you deign to return!”
atked he with a certain lapse In jour^
nalistic dignity.
“When I havo a ^etter story than
thSa guft—in the vernacular/’
Kitty's favorite lunching place was;
In one of the great department stores,
where women were made welcome and
comfoTtahle. and she bent thither her
steps; but midway in her joiirney she
paused, as often she did, to gate Into
the window of the little antique shop
whidk occttpled space in one of the
unimportant side streets.
Kitty Gray's eyes were arrested by
isomethins that she saw—an object
which she did not recall ever before
to hav6 noted In the window. It lay
close to the glass, just tilted back so
that it might be the better seen. It
apparently was an old coin or part
of one, curiously dfjoe in some dark
metal, probably silver badly oxidized
As Kitty bent down to examine It
more closely, she saw that the coin
bore an inscription, or what appeared
to be such—an inscription broken
across by the fracture which had di
vided the coin itself.
Her curiosity excited, Kitty Gray
stepped into the little shop, whose
proprietor she knew reiy well.
"Good morning, Mr. Mainz." she said
with the custnmary newspaper in
version of the order of the day, ‘hoWs
business? Any new tans, idols,
coins—?■’
"Coins/ Vot? Sure, I got eomet'ing
new dot Is olt. I chooat fink of him. j
He iss only a part of himselluf. Should
I show him to you’" ■
"Oh. maybe I saw It in the window;"
6&id Kitty, simling. “You mean the
broken coin?"
■'Sure. Vait till 1 got him.”
She took up the coin now from the
case, and srniio :~iFange sort ot thrill
came over tier as 6h^ did eg, slie
could not tell why. What was its mes
sage. ha.Iiiag. broken, incomplete?
Did it bold a story? What was the '
story? i
■'It’‘! odd. isii't it?" said siiy, and
iaid it dowu again carciessly—with a
careiessnes* well fi-lgned, for Kitty ,
Gray had bough; antiques before now,
and linew well oiioush when io sup
press iiitorert-
“Odt? I phould say it vas cdt.” re
joined the old Ut'ulor. Kitiy had picked
ii|) un iniaiti nu-'.l,ir oi p.^uvl fan and
was stuiiiou.sly examining that now.
"How much?" asked she. holding\ip
the
"I’or the broken coin?" i
■'Xo. the fan.”
"I vent twelt toilar for him."
"Per the coin?"
"No. for the tan. Kor the coin—vat
you Kif me?"
“Why, what earthly use would 1
have for a broken piece of metal like
that, Mr. Mainz?”
“Gif me for the fan eleven dollar,
und I make you a present of the
broken coin anyway."
Kitty Gray's heart gave a sudden lit
tle jump. She would have given twice
eleven dollars for the coin itself, but
she made a good pretense.
“Eleven dollais is a good deal of
money,” said she. “I would have to
go without lunch ior quite a wbileJ"
“You are a goot sport. Miss Cray,”
said the old dealer. "I daak you very
mooch. I should wrap them up?"
"The fan—yes. Let m« see the coin
again." She pushed across the counter
almost the last of the tightly folded
bills in her purse.
"Read the inscription for me, ead I
knock off two collars from the fan!"
said Mainz. "Vot is it? It is not Cher-
man. it is not Pranzoeslsch, it is not
English. I am all those. But I could
not read him ”
Kitty held before her the curious
object, a slight frown puckering her
brows.
“Well, you see," said she, "it is
broken right across on the right hand
side—almost a third of the writing is
gone. It says something about look
ing for something under the floor, un
der the pavement of some place of
torture or torment.”
“I r.d vot next?"
“ "'rhesaur'—^that word's brokeii
across, but It must mean ‘thesaurus'
—that means 'a collection’—a ’collec
tion (.f yalue,' don’t you know?
“'n e next line Is one word; it’s alt'
thert -TRegis.’ ” she went on, "That’s
plaii: T.ex’—‘r*gis’~it means ‘kingV
or ’o' the king.’ ‘The king’s treasures’
—what?
I’m down to the latt words now. It
; is curioua~a-proper name. ItA only
i'the Latin name of the kingdom, ot
j GretzholTen; That’s a little bankrupt
. kingdom ever in eo'Jthero ^rope. near
' the Jlediterraneau. I kiipw'^bout It—
I did. a .story about it once, the time
the kingdom was trying to float a loan
In this country. I ^isd. to r^d up a
whole lot.”.
“i bet you could did it, alls* Cray,"
said .Mainz, admiringly. ‘‘Vieill, goot-
by. Come again und tell me yot ypii
find out, like a goot girl;’’
■’Sure." said Kitty, and turned- to
leave, her coin, clutcbed tightly in her
hand. So iutent was she on her pur
chase that she did not notice she bad
dropped the package containing the
shell-ribbed fas. Vaguely missing
something as she emerged into the
open air, she turned bUck, and alm(>st
ran into a man who had passed her
as she came out. He was a forel^-
looklng individual, dark of Hair and
eyes and skin, strongly built, a flgors
such as one would note. He iMwed
now courteously enough as .he handed
her the package she bad let fall. Kitty
thanked him and hurried on her way.
This stranger entered the shop and
spoke in some foreign tongue to the
old dealer, who shook his head.
“No,” said he, answering in Bngliah.
“I chooBt sold it—to dot young lady
who vent out.
"Who Is sheT I know her very well.
She is on der papers. Better took out
or she put you in der paper sure. Miss
Kitty Gray vos an oldt frent of mine.
She read like a book vot vos on the
coin: Vy didn't you telephone—maybe
she sel! it back to you—^1 don’t know.
She wouldn’t sold it back to me, I
know dot. Vot! you are going?"
aBOtti tite 3m mut' xatm, M
then reused.
T-he rug in the hall WM turned over
at one corner—was it by secidentf
The pictures oil hung on the walls,
yet several werv. arkew'; sjid—the fit-
tie wall-safe back of one of the pic
ture—which had h*3d some small ob
jects of little value, an oltf daguerreo
type or two, sorat* silver spoons, a
few gold pieces wiiich she had cher
ished—bad been broken, open. Us
r^nteiits liow iay upon the floor;
Amazed. Kiuy &tcotW and picked
them up. one by. one. Nothing' was
missing—even the gpld eoiM vera
there, S'othing had been harmed. But
^'ho had done rhi.a. and why?*'
CHAPTER II.
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CHAPTER »l.
The Big Assignment.
Kitty Gray did not go to her usual
place for luncheon that day. Instead
she hurried into a nearby delicatessen
shop and bought a sandwich, which
she put in her handbag. After this
she hurried on back to the ofSce. Ar
rived there, without ceremony she
went again to the desk of the city edi
tor, and silently iald down before him
her empty purse, her antique fan. tier
sandwich and her broken coin.
Cutler looked up with professional
calm.
“Yes, MIh 0ray? Why ail this or
derly arra »t fresh and interesting
objects?"
"That is my story," said she.
“What makes you think so
you seeing things. Miss Gray?"
"Look here.*’
Kitty picked up the coin and showed
it te him.
“See, it is broken quite across—more
than a third of it gone. The inscrip
tion is Latin. It is not so much what
is on the coin-!t is what is off of it.
5’erhaps it commemorates something.”
"(■oiumemorati's what. Miss tSray?”
“Precisely—what? That’s the stoTy'.”
"By Jove!” Cutler was studying at
the inscription. "’Sub’ means 'under'
—wiiai does it say?—u.Tdfr me bam
boo tree?”’
".\o. ‘uader the side'vaik' vr the
•flagstone,’ or ‘Boor.’"
" rnderrieath the flagstone’ or
■pavement' or 'floor’—‘in the angle' or
corner’—whatever that may be—
chamber ot torture'—'room of tor
ments’—whatever it is—‘there will be
found treasures’—‘of the king'—‘of
“—'Of Gretzhoffen!"' concluded Kit
ty Gray, "You have not forgotten all
3'our I.atin. have you. ?>Ir. Cutler?
There is a story for you—if we can
only dig it out. There'd be an assign
ment. wouldn't there? I'd rather do
that than socicty in the summer
time,"
Killy Cutler, time-tried news mfta.
grown thin and grim and gray !it the
business. £at for Just one moment in
thought. "Wait a min-jte. please”
said he at length, and rose te leave
the room.
Kitty did wait anxiously enough, for
what reason she could cot tell. She
sat at. her own desk, the mysterleus
broken coin tight clutched in her
hand. It seemed an hour before she
saw the slender form of tlie city edi
tor tecuming from the door which led
to the oltice of the manager and pub
lisher of the Evening Star. He looked
at her thoughtfully as he approached.
He held out a check.
“Three tboysand dollars!" Kitty
"ray's eyes grew' larger.
“Expense money. Three months'
vacation. Full powers as missionary
plenipotentiary of the Evening Star
to Gretzhoffen. ambassadress to any
old place you happen to think of.
Miss Gray. I never knew the old man
to go off his head before, but he has
this time.”
«*•••*»
Tugging at her heart the swift feel-
itig that she was leaving her usual
modest and safe lino of life to ad
venture upon something perhaps fate
ful—perhaps indeed fatal—Kitty Gray,
sober-faced, turned from the door of
the Evening Star and walked slowly
toward the comer where customarily
d'.a took her car for home.
She entered h«r apartment, cast one
. En Voyage.
The great liner Anae of Austria lay
In her slip at the dock, lier giant
pulses just t'.irobl'ing now and then,
Eve^where mein and women were
hurrying to and fro In the customary
orderly confusion of the last few mo
ments. before the departure of aii
ocean steamer. .
Calmly kitty Gray passed on her
way to the boat’s office and asked for
her mail and her keys.
As she turned, she ^most stumbled
against a man who had just hurried
aboard—a dark isnn, thickset, foreign
in appeor^ce. She had the strange
conviction that she had seen him be
fore.
Then slie turned to settle berself
down in her quarters: So far ss she
knew, she had not an acquaintance
on the boat.
Now, oddly enough, she recalled the
face of the stranger,' the da^-visaged
foreigner whom she had met at the
ship's office. Surely Jt must bsve.been
the same man who had buded her
her package when she dmpited It in
the little antique shop! Why should
he be on board this boat? Wbrysbould
he recognize her, remember her—for
he bad: Trust a woman to know that
—he had—he did. Yes, he bad known
her. .\gain a cold feeling of appre-1
hension clutched at Kitty Gray's stout i
little heart.
She rose and tried to fling ol her
depression by means of a visit to the
dining saloon. But for some reason
she felt she would be more comfort
able—or safe—in her own room.
Here she lay down upcm the single
berth, which was directly beneath the
porthole.
She woke—site knew not whea''‘nor
why—woke with her eyes staring,
passing in her instant from sleep to
waking.
A face was looking in upon her! A
chamois bag was
held cnty a kerchief, a bit of powder
puff, perhiips a little silver—nothing
more. Her real trfeasures^he knew
where they were now.
The captain was outraged at what
be learned when at length she gained
admittance to his cabin. With marine
precision, he acted at once. From
that time on all through the voyage, a
I boat detective stood at each end of the
passageway which led to Kitty’s state
room. .
No trace of any other robbery could
be found, nor any clUe by whidk tbe
intruder could Iw identified.
"It's Odd. Isn't It?" She said,
worthless—it had wm their Oycter, •nd they bpeited tt
«ed scraped Ute sheU.
“Kow. in «a*e the Coeiit Frederick,
thtt big pivincer. or hU man Grabame,
or the UtUe King Hbdiad the Bee-
ood, should (at hold of. the »>
mafning cln* to the whereabouu ol
old King Michael's treaanry—poof!
-yon knoir what irotiM happen then.
There would. ICiaa Kitty, tp quote a
certain American ballad. *be a hot
Uae lit the dd town’ in that case.”
“It’s a itorr!” twld Kitty Oray. ^ip
lag a long liraaUL Bat a ttonbled l^ht
came to her eyea at the flame tlma.
"Bow will a fdlow dig It ontf aha
aaked whimiloally.
CHAPTER IV.
The Consul’s Story.
The business of any true American
consul is to have known the father, pr
at least some relation, of any caller
who comes from bis own nation. Con>
sul Jethro Thompson of Ohio, cast
away in the melancholy enterprise of
representing the di?nlty of this repub
lic in this small and none-too-welU
known principality of Gretzhoffen. was
glad—really glad—to see .Miss Kitty
Gray. And he WtieifK—really knew—
her father, or h^d done so at the tiuie j
when he was still livin?. j
"It's a grand little place, isn't it—
CHAPTER V.
man had been Io.king at her. or try-1 , , 1'',.““ .TV-.,, i
, .1, I. 1 , GretzJi'inen ?' said Kitty Btnilmg. Ivei
tag to look at iier, as she lay asleep. I j ... .. . .... u . ■
r-.. ■- I-..-.. . ' read about it—and written about It—
Kitty Grays instinct spoke to her i . , r> ..
, IT . . ,1 before now. But this isn t a vacation.
some message—&tie could not toll |
what. Swiftly she caught the chamois !
bag from her boscm, and. emptying Us
main treasures into her hand, placed
them In that other treasure house of
woman—her stocking. Again feeling
the drowsiness invoked by the fresh
salt air, at length she lay down once
more upon the little couch and re
signed herself more comt'ortabiy to
j slumber. |
Are i But again she woke—this time it j
was with a scream of terror. She
had felt, the touch of a hand. Some- j
thing had tugged at her neck.
She raised her hand. The cham- 1
ois bag WHS Kone !t was the jerk I
of the broken silk cord thnt had !
really. 1 am on a big assignment.
The Encounter.
Ueiinwhlle, doring the interview Kit
ty Gray had with the American conaol,
a scene of other import was enactlcg
elsewhere in the Gretzhoffen qspital.
In the Interior ot a white marble
fronted palace, perhaps a mile or so
distant from the humble Quarter* ot
the American consulate, a tall, dark,
imperious man was pacing up and
down restlessly, his eyes now and
again tnmed upon the door of the
great apartment, as though he espect-
ed someone to enter. At length the
dcor did Open. A soft-footed servant
appeared.
"Monsieur Holeau, ercellency,” be
Mr. I announced.
“I Cheest Sold It to Dot Young Lady
Who Went Out”
awakened ber! And there was the
band that had done it. a strong, dark
band, full-veined, balry. It still
clutched the bag—it still was visible
at the porthole. A ribbon end bad en
tangled itself for just an Instant in the
porthole fastening—an instant loag
enough for Kitty to see what had been
the hand that bad committed this rob
bery.
But wtao was the robber himself?
Quick as thought Kitty sprang to the
door, ran down the deck, out the next
deck door. The! band was giving its
first saloon concert, and the decks
were sparsely tenanted, it seemed. Ste
off towards the bow a maa was pasa-
Ing—what man sihe could not say. He
seemed neither to hurry nor to lic$er.
She could not make out who it was.
dared not bang upon him he^own sus
picion. M
She turned to the captain now and
made report of what bad happened
■ot once but twice; but eyen as site
went she smiled grimly to herself, fte
Consul. I may wnnt your help—the;
only trouble is. I don't know what I lio j
want to do—I am after a story. an'I !.
don't know where it is or what it is!"
The gaunt, kindly old man sroilei' |
at her. " Well, usy dear, rest assured j
that I win do all 1 (an for you. -An,!. ^
between us. wo ousht to start sonso-!
thing, maybe; if it's stories you're!
afler. ynu've coi’»- tc the place where :
they grow, that's sure enough. Why.!
Miss Kitty, the story of the king ol'
tirci/liufiVn alone would fill a book," j
“What do you know of Gretzhoffen,
anyhnv.?" he asked suddenly. “Vou
said you hal written iibout it. I,au;;-
i pOSf—”
i "Well you see," replied Kitty
I 'whi n the big news' story about th '
I i^rojioji il Cr-'zhoffen loan—its bawli-
j ing about the street and Its rejection—
when that came out 1 was put on the
I assi;r*;inr-nt of looking Into Gretzhoffen
I in genor.il I reuipmhi'r that the old
: kin.i; tii w ;.:: ^lUel. w it?"
i “Til" OIK’ ;h;;t i!>d? Ye."’. Mi’ehae
I tl*,e Fir.'-i. 11.- v.a:^ a good sort. Ifi.;
death \»;is the u!ili;okiesE ihin.g th:::
I ever hu|i|ifnt'(l I'. rthis iiooriittle p-. o-
i rtie. Re was a p;cjd man, King !\!ielicel. ‘
and SI strong oi;e ujida just. So nuic;''!
cannot be said. I am thinking, o; thf
new incumbent cf the throne, Miohai l ’■
the Second. ^
"You see, this ^Tichael the Second i-;
only a king in name, when it comes tn ■
facts. He Is only a little lieutenant-,
lie has been put on the job by a bigger ,
and stronger man—Count Frederick is '
the rfcal power behind the throne in ;
Gret/.hoifea—a strong and handsome ;
man—be sure you don't fall in love
with him. What Count Frederic-:
plans no one knows. Perhaps he ;
bait his own eye oa the throne—we i
can't tell what may happen. I sty it
is a tense sort of place. Gretzholten.
But Gretzhoffen is broke. Michael, the
king, ia broke. Count Frederick, the
Warwick of Gret-,2hoIfen. also is broke.
That is why they tried to make a loan
in our own countty.
“But they didn’t seem to have the
collateral—no uuused revenues—noth
ing which bad not been used or spent
or wasted.
“When Michael the First died, his
treasury disappeared. He was rich,
the old king was—rich in the name of
Gretzholten. But the crown jewels,
the imperial securities, the crown
treasures of all sorts, the imperial
mintage of every description—they
disappeared. There was rumor that
the old king hid bis treasures some
where, hot that he left some sort of a
mysterious record by which they might
be traced. No one knows Just what
was left for that record. It Is known,
however, or supposed, at least, that it
was put into -the possession of an old |
servant—-one of the few men the old
king trusted. Bat this man finally
gave up some part of what he knew—
part of the proof, whatever it was—to
th* nevf king, when he himself was
ahont to die.
"Between them. Count Frederluk and
Michael the Secord bankrupted U(is
klBgd;>m, or at least Michaat dU. U
'What, nbleau!” exclaimed the tall
man Impetuously, as the visitor en
tered. “What has kept you? Tb* ship
docked hour* ago. And have you got
it? Come, come, man!"
The individual addressed aa Rdleaa
bowed deeply. “Excellency,” he esld,
“I came as soon as 1 could be aure t
would net be watched."
He was a man ot dark cumplexioa,
ot strong and sturdy build, of hnMut
shoulders and deep cheat—a man halt
a giant, one would have said—but his
eyes dropped as they met the stem
gaze of him be addressed, at though
he might have been his master.
“You found It—you succeeded, then
—tell me!”
•'Excellency—sire—yes.”
The newcomer extended a hand
which trembled slightly. "I awear it
was in this bag”—he was offering a
little chamois bag tied with a ribbon
at the top—a bag which apparently
had been once suspended by the
broken silk cord attarhe.d to it.
“Tou say it was in this bag—then
why not now?"
The tali man caught the little re
ceptacle from the other's hands—
ripped it wide—shook out the con
tents. There fell into his hand upon
the table near which he stood, only a
few trinkets of a woman's toilet—a.
little dainty handkerchief—a eoin, yes„
a coin.
The tall man held this up tn hia
hand, his face distorted with rage.
“What! a half-dollar of their cursed
money! Curse you!’’ He half shrieked,
and as he did so flung the piece full
tn the other's face, with such violence
that the Skin broke under its im
pact
“The coin!" went on the enraged
speaker—“what-do yon mMBtf Do j*a
meek me, Frederick, your real aun*
arch? You shall die for this. Tva
have failed—yoa have not foimd lt~
you have loat Itl"
His own eyes half staling fiom his
head ia his anger, he strode forward
aad caught the throat of Aoleaa in
his two mighty hands, thaking him
aa he would bar* shaken a child.
"Go!” he acid, afld Sang him toward
the door.
It waa as KlttT-Gray, after leaving th»
American consulate, was speeding to>
ward her hotel in her hired vehicl*
that she caught sight ot a msa stag
gering from the side entrance of a
great mapslon house of white maihle
froot. He seamed to have escaped
from some calamity—from as attempt
ed robbery or murder. 'Without pma-
i^g to |«Dder upon propriety, she halt
ed her vehicle and sprang out, hasten-
tag «rer to the Sufferer, who atood
at ^ edge the curb.
■ ’’pbat Is wrong}* said she. “Ton
gre tn tnmhle—^you are hurt! Sl^
I taka you home—to some haspBi^
to the hotel ? Come tn. yoa are wel
come.”
The mac looked at her mutely, bea-
Wating.
“Come. 1 will carry you wbm you
Uke." She had him by the arin sow.
aad unsightly as he seemed;, hurried
Mm into tv» d-'fr of her ou-n vahldt
•Dd fnliov eu him.
"Tlip Hi:;!, dri’. ar,".ahe directed. And
so, in the role ot SamiirltaD, Kittr
Gray mede her ^ciid arrival that
day at the stately hotel which she bad
■elected as her own abode.
^11 through the ride the rjan at her
side remained silent. suSerine acut»
ly. He turned his face away. Again
there came to Kitty Gray the strange
feell^ that she felt something which
she oujrht to recognise, she could hot
tell what. In truth. syui>athy -I^d the
better of curiosity for the time. She
did not, examine ber strange comi-an-
toa dos^y, only apeaking to him an .
occasional w^ of tympathy and its-
surance. Suddeal^ rem«mfaerii)V that
she did not know who he was, and re^
memberlug also that her owo «»ada«t
inight be held as sln^ar, she turned
her compaaloti over to the h«ad'^>rtsr
of the. hotel and hurried away to.her
own room.
.Apparentl)^the dlsilgured stranger
remained at the hotel that night, for
when, at eleven ot the following moni-
ing, Kitty Gray emerged, properly ar
rayed for a mornisg ride, she saw'
the stranger In the hotel lobby, his
facei swathed lu bandages.. He seemed
to be waiting for her approach, spoke
to her some words in a tongue which
she did not understand—then changed
to French—and then to English.
“If mademoiselle would permit me,”
he said, “I might be of use, eren as
t am. I know the city. Might I act
as courier for the time? I would
stow my gratitude, it mademoiselle
iiikards it as proper for me thus to do
•o;"
Kitty Gray, actuated by no definite
purpose, hut governed by the impulse
wtilch she trusted in her trade, turned
suddenly toward the curb when stsod
her hired motor car, and motlooed
to the man to eater.
They passed on down the wide av^
nue of the capital, a atrange couple
enough. Kitty looked ihiriously abbuC
her, studiously examining everythihig
she saw. Ifes. the old city was beauti
ful, with Its long lines of green trees,
its stately edifices built by hands long
stilled in death. Soon she began to
find the need of a guide, and unobtrus
ively the muffled figure at her side
quietly suggested the Information he
thought might be of service. He point
ed out some of the other large hotels—
mansion houses ot thia or that court
official, the hall ot justice, the city
hall, the great cathedrals, the royal
palace, the palace of the Count Fred
erick.
“Yes," exclaimed Kitty Gray, “It
was here that I found you yesterday.
The hotel of the Count Frederick. I
know, yea, but why—how did you—”
Her companion suddenly raised a
hand, touched ber arm gently, request
ing silence.
A great car, splendidly equipped
and driven at rushing speed, came
out ot the very Sid'S street on which
Kitty Gray had fouod her companion
on the previous day. In the car, his
gloved hand resting on his stick, sat
a tall man, erect, strikingly handsoiye
In bis own way, imperio-js of air and
bold ot
Kitty Gray did not notice Shat her
companion had shrunk back low into
the seat. Her own eyes met those
of the occupant of the advauciug car.
Kitty Gray was young and more
than a little handsoniK She had
taken pains to tunr herself out well
as she might in view of (lie iwsslbie
surroundihijs she niight meet cn her
"You Shall Dl« far Tma.”
cstrangie ^est. To the bold eysa *f
the tali’(trmitger she must hare seemed
fair enough to look upon, for suddenly,
as he passed, he stared at her direct
ly, bowed, raised his hat—yea, even
•mued.
“Who was that man?" demanded
Kitiy Gray fiercely of her companion.
*^0 doesn't know me. And yet how
like he looked to pictures I have
seeiL There was a man—as iatenm-
tfonal spy, they said in our country—
some Strang^ foreigner—-at the time
of the Gretzhoffen loan fiasco. Yea,
the two facee are strangely alike. Who
1« he?"
“Of the other I know nothing," re
joined her companion; “but this—he
is the Count Frederick.’'
“Count Frederick—the pretender!”
“Hush, DMdeuoiselie. for Chsd’s sake
hush! We do not dare—^you mustaot
dare.”
‘JUlow!” said Kitty Gnv aharplf.
"Mow teU me
(IO Bx coMTDnnoa,)
POOR PI