Guggenslocker for Lorry--certainly no robbery. A charity, I
should say. Good-night! See you in the morning."

The next morning the two friends took a cab to several railway
stations and inquired about Graustark and Edelweiss.

"She was stringing you, old man," said Anguish, after they had
turned away from the third station. He spoke commiseratingly, as
he really felt sorry.

"No!" exclaimed Lorry. "She told me the truth. There is a
Graustark and she lives there. I'll stake my life on those eyes
of hers."

"Are you sure she said it was in Europe?" asked Harry, looking up
and down the street as if he would not have been surprised to see
her in Paris. In his heart he believed that she and her precious
relatives had deceived old Gren. Perhaps their home was in
Paris, and nowhere else. But for Lorry's positiveness he would
have laughed heartily at the other's simple credulity, or branded
him a dolt, the victim of some merry actress's whim. Still, he
was forced to admit, he was not in a position to see matters as
they appeared, and was charitable enough to bide his time and to
humor the faith that was leading them from place to place in the
effort to find a land that they knew nothing about. Lorry seemed
so sure, so positive, that he was loath to see his dream
dispelled, his ideal shattered. There was certainly no
Graustark; neither had the Guggenslockers sailed on the Wilhelm,
all apparent evidence to the contrary notwithstanding. Lorry had
been in a delirium and had imagined he saw her on the ship. If