"That is why I sent for you to come immediately. You will see him
tonight at Devenham House."

"With all the rest of the world," she answered, "but a man is not
likely to talk confidentially under such conditions."

Mr. Harvey rose to his feet.

"It is only a chance, of course," he admitted, "but remember that
you know more than any other person in this country except
myself. It would be impossible for the Prince to give you credit
for such knowledge. A casual remark, a word, perhaps, may be
sufficient."

Penelope held out her hand. The servant for whom the Ambassador
had rung was already in the room.

"I will try," she promised. "Ask Mrs. Harvey to excuse my going
up to see her this afternoon. I have another call to make, and I
want to rest before the function tonight."

The Ambassador bowed, and escorted her to the door.

"I have confidence in you, Penelope," he said. "You will try your
best?"

"Oh, yes!" she answered with a queer little laugh, "I shall do
that. But I don't think that even you quite understand Prince
Maiyo!"