"With the Princess," declared Seaman. "I think you have blundered. I
quite appreciate your general principles of behaving internally and
externally as though you were the person whom you pretend to be. It is
the very essence of all successful espionage. But you should know when
to make exceptions. I see grave objections myself to your obeying the
Kaiser's behest. On the other hand, I see no objection whatever to your
treating the Princess in a more human manner, to your visiting her in
London, and giving her more ardent proofs of your continued affection."

"If I once begin--"

"Look here," Seaman interrupted, "the Princess is a woman of the world.
She knows what she is doing, and there is a definite tie between you. I
tell you frankly that I could not bear to see you playing the idiot for
a moment with Lady Dominey, but with the Princess, scruples don't enter
into the question at all. You should by no means make an enemy of her."

"Well, I have done it," Dominey acknowledged. "She has gone off to
bed now, and she is leaving early to-morrow morning. She thinks I have
borrowed some West African magic, that I have left her lover's soul out
there and come home in his body."

"Well, if she does," Seaman declared, "you are out of your troubles."

"Am I!" Dominey replied gloomily. "First of all, she may do a lot of
mischief before she goes. And then, supposing by any thousand to one
chance the story of this cousin of Schmidt's should be true, and she
should find Dominey out there, still alive? The Princess is not of
German birth, you know. She cares nothing for Germany's future. As
a matter of fact, I think, like a great many Hungarians, she prefers