"Have you a theory?"

"There are many that we could advance, but, of course, only one of them could be the right one, even if we were acute enough to include it in our list of guesses. She may have an imperative reason for not disclosing her ident.i.ty. For instance, she may be running away to get married."

"That"s possible," agreed Robin.

"But not probable. She may be a popular music-hall favourite, or one of those peculiarly clever creatures known as the American newspaper woman, against whom we have been warned. Don"t you regard it as rather significant that of all the people on this ship she should be one to attach herself to the unrecognised Prince of Graustark? Put two and two together, sir, and--"

"I find it singularly difficult to put one and one together, Dank,"

said the Prince ruefully. "No; you are wrong in both of your guesses.

I"ve encountered music-hall favourites and I can a.s.sure you she isn"t one of them. And as for your statement that she attached herself to me, you were never so mistaken in your life. I give you my word, she doesn"t care a hang whether I"m on the ship or clinging to a life preserver out there in the middle of the Atlantic. I have reason to know, Dank."

"So be it," said Dank, but with doubt in his eyes. "You ought to know. I"ve never spoken to her, so--"

"She thinks you are a dreadfully attractive chap, Dank," said Robin mischievously. "She said so only yesterday."

Dank gave his prince a disgusted look, and smoked on in silence. His dignity was ruffled.

"Her Christian name is Bedelia," ventured Robin, after a pause.

"That doesn"t get us anywhere," said Dank sourly.

"And her mother is Irish."

"Which accounts for those wonderful Irish blue eyes that--"

"So you"ve noticed them, eh?"

"Naturally."

"I consider them a very dark grey."

"I think we"d better get back to the luggage," said Dank hastily."

Hobbs thinks that she--"

"Oh, Lord, Dank, don"t tell me what Hobbs thinks," growled Robin.

"Let her make use of all the letters in the alphabet if it pleases her. What is it to us? Moreover, she may be utilising a lot of borrowed trunks, who knows? Or B may have been her initial before she was divorced and--"

"Divorced?"

"--her maiden name restored," concluded Robin airily. "Simple deduction, Dank. Don"t bother your head about her any longer. What we know isn"t going to hurt us, and what we don"t know isn"t--"

"Has it occurred to you that Russia may have set spies upon you--"

"Nonsense!"

"It isn"t as preposterous as you--"

"Come, old fellow, let"s forget Miss Guile," cried Robin, slapping the lieutenant on the shoulder. "Let"s think of the real peril,--Maud Applegate Blithers." He held up the ship"s paper for Dank to see and then sat back to enjoy his companion"s rage.

An hour later Dank and Count Quinnox might have been seen seated side by side on the edge of a skylight at the tip-top of the ship"s structure, engaged in the closest conversation. There was a troubled look in the old man"s eyes and the light of adventure in those of his junior. The sum and substance of their discussion may be given in a brief sentence: Something would have to be done to prevent Robin from falling in love with the fascinating Miss Guile.

"He is young enough and stubborn enough to make a fool of himself over her," the Count had said. "I wouldn"t blame him, "pon my soul I wouldn"t. She is very attractive--ahem! You must be his safeguard, Dank. Go in and do as I suggest. You are a good looking chap and you"ve nothing to lose. So far as she is concerned, you are quite as well worth while as the fellow known as R. Schmidt. There"s no reason why you shouldn"t make the remainder of the pa.s.sage pleasant for her, and at the same time enjoy yourself at n.o.body"s expense."

"They know by instinct, confound "em," lamented Dank; "they know the real article, and you can"t fool "em. She knows that he is the high muck-a-muck in this party and she won"t even look at me, you take my word for it."

"At any rate, you can try, can"t you?" said the Count impatiently.

"Is it a command, sir?"

"It is."

"Very well, sir. I shall do my best."

"We can"t afford to have him losing his head over a pretty--er--a n.o.body, perhaps an adventuress,--at this stage of the game. I much prefer the impossible Miss Blithers, Dank, to this captivating unknown. At least we know who and what she is, and what she represents. But we owe it to our country and to Dawsbergen to see that he doesn"t do anything--er--foolish. We have five days left of this voyage, Dank. They may be fatal days for him, if you do not come to the rescue."

"They may be fatal days for me," said Dank, looking out over the ocean.

CHAPTER XII

THE LIEUTENANT REPORTS

Five days later as the _Jupiter_ was discharging pa.s.sengers at Plymouth, Count Quinnox and Lieutenant Dank stood well forward on the promenade deck watching the operations. The younger man was moody and distrait, an unusual condition for him but one that had been noticeably recurrent during the past two or three days. He pulled at his smart little moustache and looked out upon the world through singularly lack-l.u.s.tre eyes. Something had gone wrong with him, and it was something that he felt in duty bound to lay before his superior, the grim old Minister of War and hereditary chief of the Castle Guard. Occasionally his sombre gaze shifted to a spot farther down the deck, where a young man and woman leaned upon the rail and surveyed the scene of activity below.

"What is on your mind, Dank?" asked the Count abruptly. "Out with it."

Dank started. "It"s true, then? I _do_ look as much of a fool as I feel, eh?" There was bitterness in his usually cheery voice.

"Feel like a fool, eh?" growled the old soldier.

"Pretty mess I"ve made of the business," lamented Dank surlily.

"Putting myself up as a contender against a fellow like Robin, and dreaming that I could win out, even for a minute! Good Lord, what an a.s.s I am! Why we"ve only made it worse, Count. We"ve touched him with the spur of rivalry, and what could be more calamitous than that?

From being a rather matter-of-fact, indifferent observer, he becomes a bewildering cavalier bent on conquest at any cost. I am swept aside as if I were a parcel of rags. For two days I stood between him and the incomparable Miss Guile. Then he suddenly arouses himself. My cake is dough. I am n.o.body. My feet get cold, as they say in America,--although I don"t know why they say it. What has the temperature of one"s feet to do with it? See! There they are. They are constantly together, walking, sitting, standing, eating, drinking, reading--_Eh bien!_ You have seen with your own eyes.

The beautiful Miss Guile has bewitched our Prince, and my labour is not only lost but I myself am lost. _Mon dieu!_"

The Count stared at him in perplexity for a moment. Then a look of surprise came into his eyes,--surprise not unmingled with scorn.

"You don"t mean to say, Dank, that you"ve fallen in love with her?

Oh, you absurd fledgelings. Will you--"

"Forgive my insolence, Count, but it is forty years since you were a fledgeling. You don"t see things as you saw them forty years ago.

Permit me to remind you that you are a grandfather."

"Your point is well taken, my lad," said the Count, with a twinkle in his eye. "You can"t help being young any more than I can help being old. Youth is perennial, old age a winding-sheet. I am to take it, then, that you"ve lost your heart to the fair--"

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