'But Miss Racksole is a young lady of quite remarkable nerve.' 'She is,' said Racksole drily.

'I wish sometimes she had less.' 'I have the highest admiration for Miss Racksole,' said the Prince, and he looked Miss Racksole's father full in the face.
'You honour us, Prince,' Racksole observed.

'Let us come to business.

Am I right in assuming that you have a reason for keeping the police out of this business, if it can possibly be done ?' 'Yes,' said the Prince, and his brow clouded.

'I am very much afraid that my poor nephew has involved himself in some scrape that he would wish not to be divulged.' 'Then you do not believe that he is the victim of foul play ?' 'I do not.' 'And the reason, if I may ask it ?' 'Mr Racksole, we speak in confidence--is it not so?
Some years ago my foolish nephew had an affair--an affair with a feminine star of the Berlin stage.