hotel, Papa?'

'You would insist on the steak,' he retorted. 'Get out of this, on the
instant.'

'Here I am, here to stay,' said Nella, and deliberately laughed at her
parent.

Just then the face of a fair-haired man of about thirty years
appeared at the bureau window. He was very well-dressed, very
aristocratic in his pose, and he seemed rather angry.

He looked fixedly at Nella and started back.

'Ach!' he exclaimed. 'You!'

'Yes, your Highness, it is indeed I. Father, this is his Serene
Highness Prince Aribert of Posen - one of our most esteemed
customers.'

'You know my name, Fräulein?' the new-comer murmured in
German.

'Certainly, Prince,' Nella replied sweetly. 'You were plain Count
Steenbock last spring in Paris - doubtless travelling incognito - '

'Silence,' he entreated, with a wave of the hand, and his forehead
went as white as paper.

Chapter Five WHAT OCCURRED TO REGINALD DIMMOCK