I will suggest, however, that the presence just now in the West Indies, of the cruiser _Sophia Margaret_, flying the flag of Austria-Hungary, may be suggestive." He smiled at the quick glance that passed between the Ambassador and Judge Claiborne.
Then Baron von Marhof blurted out the question that was uppermost in the minds of all.
"Who are _you_, John Armitage ?" And Armitage answered, quite simply and in the quiet tone that he had used throughout: "I am Frederick Augustus von Stroebel, the son of your sister and of the Count Ferdinand von Stroebel.

The Archduke's son and I were school-fellows and playmates; you remember as well as I my father's place near the royal lands.

The Archduke talked much of democracy and the New World, and used to joke about the divine right of kings.

Let me make my story short--I found out their plan of flight and slipped away with them.
It was believed that I had been carried away by gipsies." "Yes, that is true; it is all true! And you never saw your father--you never went to him ?" "I was only thirteen when I ran away with Karl.

When I appeared before my father in Paris last year he would have sent me away in anger, if it had not been that I knew matters of importance to Austria--Austria, always Austria!" "Yes; that was quite like him," said the Ambassador.