The Spectator., 1916-04-14

| ported that Hargreave had visited Orts hangar you ought to have pre-. pared against such coup as flight through the air"
 q admit it. But daughter. We'll can bring him back" with sinister laugh. By the Lord Harry, I have him in my hands this time, that is, if this girl turns out to be his daughter. A million? Two, three, all he has in the world. I want you to pay visit right away. Watch the butler, Jones. He'll lie, of course; but note how he treats the girl; and if you get the chance look around the walls for a secret panel. He might not have car ried away the cash at all, only enough for his immediate needs, which would account for that five thousand on the man picked up at sea. If I could only get inside that house for an hour!"
 "I believe I'll call at once. Leo, was Hargreave the mans real name?"
 Braine laughed. That is of no vital consequence. He will be Hargreave till the end of the chapter, dead or alive. You can tell me the news at dinner tonight"
 So, later, when the butler accepted her card at the door, loath as he might be, there was nothing for him to do but admit her.
 Whom do you wish to see, madam" stepping back into the shad- ow
 Miss Hargreave I'm an old friend of her mothers"
 "There is no such person here"
 "To whom. then. does this hat be- long?" she asked quietly. She waved her hand indolently toward the hall rack.
 Jones lips frightened That belongs to Miss Gray. kind of protege of Mir. Hargreaves."
 "Indeed You have no objections to my seeing her? My maiden name was Olga Pushkin. cousin to Katrina, wife of Stanley Hargreave. l am, if you will weigh the matter carefully, kind of aunt"
 To Jones 1t was as If ice had sud denly come into contact with his hearts blood But as he still stood in the shadow, she did not observe the pallor of his face If you will state exactly why you wish to see her. madam"
 You seem to possess authority?' Yes, madam, absolute authority. Jones produced his document and presented it to her. There is no flaw in that" she agreed readily. T wish to see the child have told you why" Very well, madam" Why had they not telegraphed the child, even | on the train, to return to Farlow's. He knew nothing of this woman. whether she was an enemy or friend. He conducted his unwelcome guest into the library.
 How did you know that she was here?" suddenly.
 But she was ready. ''I did not. But the death of Mir. Hargreave brought me And that youthful hat in the hal was a story all its own. Later l shall l show you some papers of my own | You will have no cause to doubt them They have not the legal power of yours, but they would find standing in any court"
 Jones turned and went in search of l Florence.
 The princess lost no time in begin ming her investigations. but she vast ed her time. There was no secret panel in evidence.
 Who is she?" asked Florence as she looked at the card Did my ia ther know princesses?"
 Yes" said Jones briefly. Be very careful what you say to her. Admit nothing. She claims to be a cousin oi your mother. Perhaps"
 My mother?" Without waiting fol any further advice from Jones, whom Florence in her young years thought presuming upon his authority. she rar downstairs to the library. Her mother to learn some fact about the mother of whom she knew nothingl
 You knew my mother?" she criet without ceremony.
 He heard the princess say: "I did my child; and heaven is witness that you are the exact picture of her al your age And knew your father"
 Jones strengthened, his hands shut tightly.
 Tell me about my father!"
 The princess smiled. It was Katrina Pushkin come to life, the same impul siveness. "I knew him but slightly. was a mere child myself when he useG to pinch my cheeks. I met him agair the other night, but he did not recog nize me; and I could not find it in m, heart to awaken his memory in a pub lie restaurant"
 Presently Jones came in to an nounce that two detectives requested to see Florence. The two men en tered, informing her that they hat been instructed to investigate the dis appearance of Stanley Hargreave.
 Who are you. miss?"