"You could not show me how it is managed, your Highness ?" he besought.

"That will hardly come in bulk, too--" The prince shook his head, smiling.
"I could not 'show you,' as you say," he answered, "any more than I could, at present, send a wireless communication without the apparatus--though it will be only a matter of time until that is accomplished, too." St.George pulled himself up sharply.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw Amory polishing his pince-nez and looking quite as if he were leaning over hansom-doors in the park, and he turned quickly to the prince, half convinced that he had been mocked.
"Suppose, your Highness," he said, "that I were to print what you have just told me on the front page of a New York morning paper, for people to glance over with their coffee?
Do you think that even the most open-minded among them would believe that there is such a place as Yaque ?" The prince smiled curiously, and his long-fringed lids drooped in momentary contemplation.

The auto turned into that majestic avenue which terminates in the Eurychorus before the Palace of the Litany.
St.George's eye eagerly swept the long white way.

At its far end stood Mount Khalak.