The afternoon wore on, Professor Morris and Evelyn glad to rest after
the recent shocks, and Jack playing games with Modjeska, while the
Princess walked restlessly about the vast chamber, constantly looking
at her watch. Finally she said joyfully:

"It must be growing dark now. The men will soon return, and we will
send them to your house where the boys and your little daughter will be
waiting with my baby Rika. Oh, how can I ever be thankful enough to
you for your goodness to her?"

Professor Morris smiled. "Considering the fact that Miss Modjeska has
saved all our lives," he said, "I think that you need feel under no
obligations to us. We were delighted to entertain the little Rika. I
am positive that my son will have them in safety somewhere, so you
really need not worry. I do not."

Evelyn suppressed a smile. She was quite sure her father did not
worry. He was always ready to let someone else do the worrying for
him.

Suddenly a silver knob fastened to the wall dropped from its place and
swung back and forth on a thin chain.

"They have come!" cried the Princess. She rushed across the room, and
as the footman drew aside one of the heavy hangings, she pressed with
all her might on a rough spot in the granite wall. As in the case of
the flooring, the wall itself parted and slowly swung open. In the
dark opening stood not one of the well-known house servants, but a
slight figure covered with dirt and grime. He was tattered and
barefooted. Under the dirt his pallid face looked deathly, but fire