"My friend is in the hall. We have traced the men to the
Princess's door, I think. My God, be quick! Do you wish to see
her stolen from under your eyes?"

"You are now in the Princess's room," answered the voice from the
bed, calmer and with some alacrity. "Is this true that you tell
me?"

"As God is my witness! And you--you--are you the Princess?"
gasped the man, drawing back.

"I am. Where is Dannox?" She was sitting bolt upright in the
bed, the pistol in her trembling fingers.

"He is one of the conspirators. One of the cooks and two other
guards are in the plot. Can you trust me enough to leave your
bed and hide in another part of the room? The scoundrels have
mistaken the door, but they may be here at any moment. You must
be quick! I will protect you--I swear it! Come, your Highness!
Hide!"

Something in the fierce, anxious whisper gave her confidence.
The miracle had been wrought! He had composed this woman under
the most trying circumstances that could have teen imagined. She
slipped from the bed and threw a long, loose silken gown about
her.

"Who are you?" she asked, touching his arm.

"I am a foreigner--an American--Grenfall Lorry! Hurry!" he