Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-14

the more striking traits of this intruder.
| Buckley beckoned the girl. II want a
pail of water he said. "The colder the
| better"
The man stumbled to his feet and put the
table between them. "a thousand pardons,
Monsieur Bucklee. he entreated, his buster
changing to servilitv at is long since l
have seen vou | did not know you at first.
| was not awake. | am not myself yet.
Losing my sleep last night wore me out.
"What do YOU mean by that? Why did
you lose your sleep?'
"His Highness got me out of bed to work
on the acceptance.
Buckley'S eyes widened. "Here!" he ex-
claimed. "Rodoslav has brought his aero
plane to this place.
ayes, Monsieur. 1t was shipped from Pau.
Badly handled it was too. 1t was daylight
| before we got it in shape. | wouldn't work
that way for everybody: but his Highness
has always been very liberal with me. Be-
himself, the Prince He worked as hard as
| did to get the machine ready for Mademol-
selle."
"For Mademoiselle! Do you mean Miss
Milburn?'
Eyes. He said she must not be disap-
pointed of morning spin"
Buckley turned as white as a ford man
can Gle took Miss Milburn up with him."
II suppose so.'
"Aren't you sure"
"No, Monsieur. He told me | might go
back to bed. l came here first to get
mouthful to eat: but dropped asleep. Did
you want to see his Hlghness Immediately!
| He'll be here soon. think.
The American stared into vacancy without
answering and then took an uncertain step
toward the door. "Did the Prince say when
he would return?' he questioned.
"No Monsieur"
Cor which way he meant to fly"
mo. But he would start toward the sea,
of course There is no good opening through
| the walls on the land side. He'll have to
| make half-circle over the water to get back,
| too. 1t will take good judgment, that; but
| he'll manage it without 50 much as stra1n1ng
stay. He's wonderful at landing. One
| day at Pau-"
RUCKLEY did not tarry for the remi
- niscence Blundering up the first stair
case he found, he issued unexpectedly into
the dining hall and came upon Iruscott
probing the depths of cabinet.
81 foragng for whisky and soda, he
confiued "Seen any signs of Rodoslav!
Now that | know the time, I'm finding an
appetite Giving up his search, he dropped
into seat and SO caught sight OF his trends
face. "Hello!" he calculated. whats
come over you, Price? Is there anything
really wrong?"
"Wrong! Buckley's voice shook. "My
God! you're sitting on volcano!"
"Eh!" Truscott bounced off his bench as
| if it was a small Eesuvius.
"You can't conceive what's been going on
under your nose and l can't tell you.
Heaven only knows what's to pay | can't
bear to think of it; yet I've got to think of
| it, find some way He bit his nails as the
| thought process took its unwelcome course.
| The broker clapped him Justify on the
back. "\erves, my son. nerves, he dag
nosed easily. "Montenegro has been too
much for you. The thing for you to do, if
you ask me-
a convulsive grip on his arm cut short his
prescription. "Truscott, listen to me! We're
facing a terrible situation. Rodoslav has
undoubtedly made off with Ann Millburn!'
| "Made off with her!"
"Yes, yes-in his aeroplane.
| "My dear fellow, you are in a state of
nerves! Rodoslav wouldn't bring an aero
plane down here in this country
| you're wasting breath. He did bring it.
He had it right here and worked over it all
last night The Swiss told me SO. God only
knows what he's done with Ann, or what III