AN IDEA The triumph was complete.

But of a truth the game was waxing dangerous.
Lady Sue Aldmarshe had promised to marry her prince.

She would keep her word, of that Sir Marmaduke was firmly convinced.

But there would of necessity be two or three days delay and every hour added to the terrors, the certainty of discovery.
There was a watch-dog at Sue's heels, stern, alert, unyielding.

Richard Lambert was probing the secret of the mysterious prince, with the unerring eye of the disappointed lover.
The meeting to-night had been terribly dangerous.