"You are the real hero, Harry, You saved my life and probably
hers. I'll not allow you or anybody to give me the glory," he
said. pressing the other's hand.

"Oh, that's nonsense! Anybody could have rushed in as I did. I
was only capping the climax you had prepared--merely a timely
arrival, as the novels say. There is a little of the credit due
me, of course, and I'll take it gracefully, but I only come in as
an accessory, a sort of bushwhacker who had only to do the shoot,
slap-bang work and close the act. You did the hero's work. But
what do you think of the way they hand out justice over here?
All but two of 'em dead!"

"Whose plan was it to kill those men?" cried Lorry, suddenly
sitting upright.

"Everybody's, I fancy. They didn't consult me, though, come to
think of it. Ah, here is Her Royal Highness!"

The Princess and Aunt Yvonne were at his side again, while Count
Caspar was coming rapidly toward them.

"You must not sit up, Mr. Lorry," began the Princess, but he was
crying:

"Did they make a confession, Harry?"

"I don't know. Did they, Unc--Count Halfont? Did they confess?
Great heavens, I never thought of that before."