yolanda did not move. she, of course, had known the identity of the black ghost since we had given her helena’s message. maria lalena sat staring at the ring with eyes that seemed hypnotised. her face was white, but she gathered all her courage, and lifted her chin to look squarely at him. her voice trembled a little as she spoke, “hail, fakat zol, guardian spirit of alaria,” she cried.

prince conrad looked at her, and lifted his eyebrows. then he continued deliberately lighting his cigarette, and turned to us. “so you are actually ’ere!” he said, cheerfully. “men after my own ’eart. if i were the ruler of alaria i should offer you posts that would tempt you to stay ’ere. this country needs men who can do the impossible.”

“not impossible at all,” john apologised. “luck was with us.”

227“that is always true when the impossible is accomplished,” the prince answered. “i am lucky, myself, and i like to surround myself with lucky men. luck is a state of mind, and a most useful one. your majesty, may i recommend these very excellent and lucky men to your consideration? if you ’ave a use for professional escapers—and we all may ’ave—there are not many men alive who could escape from two arrests in two days.”

“at that,” john said, not too modestly, “it was really four, counting the trouble at the palace gate, and that at vorgo.”

“you see?” prince conrad said to maria lalena. “what did i tell you? it is stupendous.”

“let us be serious,” she pleaded.

“certainly,” agreed the prince. “if you wish. i merely thought to save us all embarrassment, for you will notice that when one is serious in a situation like this, one becomes—dare i suggest such a thing?—just a trifle ridiculous.”

228yolanda turned towards him disagreeably. “you always see situations so clearly,” she said, “but before we worry about such small considerations, i have a question to ask you. no doubt you will be glad to tell, and i prefer to ask you rather than count visichich or any other of your supporters. who is the man the visichiches found it necessary to imprison in their manor?”

for the fraction of a second prince conrad lost his amused air of authority. he stared at yolanda in surprise. i could not tell whether he was a little sorry for her or upset for himself. i knew then that the man, whoever he might be, was no monk.

“’ow did you learn there was such a man?” he asked.

“will you tell me who he is?” she repeated. i knew she must know who he was, she would not have been so anxious not to talk about him if she had been in any doubt. she was marking time, and making him uncomfortable while she did it.

“i prefer not,” he replied gently.

229she shrugged her shoulders. “i merely wanted to make sure,” she said, “whether, as i supposed, you were a party to his imprisonment. i now know you were.” she was smiling; for the first time since i had seen her, showing some human feeling. i heard a footstep in the corridor. a note of triumph came into her voice. “you are right not to answer, our cousin conrad,” she said, theatrically. “that was a question whose answer will be most embarrassing to you. no man can be both prince and bandit forever.”

“quite true,” conrad agreed, affably. “the time must come when he will take his rightful place.”

the door opened again, and the servant appeared for an instant to bow low before a monk in a brown habit, with the very unmonklike face we had seen through the ceiling at visichich manor. the only change was that now he was shaved. yolanda rose, the other men rose. we followed suit, perforce. only maria lalena remained seated, staring at him as though she were looking at a ghost.

yolanda’s rich voice almost intoned, “bela, my son that was dead, is alive again. bela the king has returned to his throne.” she moved half across the room, giving up her high-backed crimson chair to him. he took it without a glance at her.

“very good,” he said. “just the people i wished most to see, and all together, waiting for me. perhaps, my very hated cousin conrad, you will put out your cigarette, since the king has not given you permission to smoke in his presence?”

230with a graceful gesture conrad dropped the offending luxury into a tray on the desk, and bowed, ceremoniously. bela swaggered in his sarcasm like an angry schoolboy. if he could have spit fire he would have been pleased to do it, i am sure.

“i was never amused by affairs of state,” he went on, his small boy’s fury mounting, minute by minute, “so we will not spend too much of my time on the matters before us. it would seem that several people wish to rule this small and undesirable portion of europe. some of you i have even seen wax quite sentimental over the place. i think it fit for breeding pigs, and it has certainly been used extensively for the purpose.” he stopped a moment to show his fangs while we had time to digest his stupid venom. “i have had three days away from my mother lately, for the first time in eight years, and i really enjoyed them. also, i did some thinking.”

“also for the first time in eight years?” conrad asked in a mild voice.

231“silence!” bela ordered angrily. “i have come to a decision. probably you will all be astonished. i am only sorry that i must please you in this. i can think of no way out of that. according to the constitution of alaria i am, with a few restrictions, the absolute ruler of this country. i can do everything except imprison men without a fair trial in due course of law. my subjects have relegated that privilege to themselves. they do not even limit themselves to ordinary people who would not be missed. they imprison their king. if it had not been that they are careless, and that americans are thoughtless meddlers, i should still be languishing in a tower room with a splendid view of the particular mountain where the black ghost has his eyrie. i could see the heliograph signals he sent to my very disloyal subjects, the visichiches.”

“your majesty,” count visichich bowed, apologetically, “the disloyalty i readily admit, but if the eyrie of the black ghost were on the mountain to which you refer we should have lodged your majesty somewhere with a less extensive view. the mountain to which you refer is merely a convenient point from which the signals are relayed to a few of his many strongholds.”

232and i had wasted an hour’s sleep drawing a picture of that peak.

“indeed?” bela shivered with temper, and slapped a book down on the desk before him so hard that it bounced up again a full two inches. “these children’s games,” he went on, “are of very little importance. i do not even seek to punish you, since i am not permitted your license, and i have no stomach for the slow law. if i could see a way to clap you all into tower rooms and dungeons, i would leave you to rot there. my ancestors devised excellent and most suitable tortures for disloyal subjects. i should enjoy reviving them but i have more important things to occupy me. i have made two momentous decisions. momentous for alaria. the first concerns my too competent and intriguing mother, the most ubiquitous queen in europe. just what part she played in my imprisonment i do not know. i was trying to make her tell me when this girl,” he made a motion toward maria lalena, “started such a hullaballoo outside this door that i retired until the matter should have been attended to. something about a bomb and a riot at the gate. my suspicion remains unsatisfactorily denied. it does not matter. she was, in any case, far too ready with a substitute for me.” he turned to yolanda insolently. “you,” he said. “while i thought you devoted to me, i could forgive your assumption of power, but now that i know that your devotion was only to your own place in the world i do not forgive you anything. while i can still issue commands you will leave alaria, never to return. go now. i have ordered a car and four soldiers to accompany you. your maids can follow with your personal belongings. you are to leave immediately.” he banged hard at the bell on the desk. when the servant answered he spit two words at him, and an officer appeared. yolanda was staring at him unbelievingly, but his large wet mouth was curled back in so ugly a snarl that she read the answer to any plea she might make without further words.

233“the devil take you!” she cried, letting her anger mar her carefully built-up theatricalism. “i hope you fail as ignominiously as you would have done many times during the last eight years if i had not guided and protected you. i provided against all contingencies, not your death alone. i foresaw this also, and provided against it with good american government bonds. quite a lot of them. i shall live very comfortably in switzerland or england or anywhere else that shall please me, and i hope you all may have as bad luck as my ungrateful son will surely bring upon himself.”

234she swept out of the room without any other farewell, her long crepe veil brushing against the son for whom she had donned it a little prematurely.

bela laughed as the door closed. then he turned back to prince conrad. “now i shall really surprise you,” he said. “i have decided to do what i have always wished, and what now seems to have become a necessity if i am to have any pleasure at all. i have decided to abdicate. you will be so glad of that that you will pay me four million francs a year for the rest of my life.”

four million francs—about a hundred and sixty thousand dollars. a generous income, but not really an exorbitant price to pay for the peaceful removal of this dangerously petulant and vindictive young man.

235“four million francs.” conrad was evidently considering the bargain seriously.

“four million francs,” maria lalena gasped, “why that would build the new hospital—”

“be quiet,” bela snarled at her. “i have named my terms. the alternative is that i stay and throw the lot of you into prison on charges of conspiracy and treason, of which you are most certainly guilty. you might not be convicted, but there would inevitably be civil war. this way i agree to remain dead to alaria.”

“oh, we accept your terms without question,” conrad said, calmly.

“good,” bela cried. “then i leave you now to struggle with this mare’s nest as best you may. i hope you get into a lot of trouble, but that you remain in power, since, if you do not, my allowance will cease, and i have made no provision for the future as my mother did. if i had known that, i should not have been so firm with her.”

“in the matter of offence,” conrad said drily, “it may be more profitable to receive than to give.”

236bela shrugged his shoulders. “nevertheless i enjoyed sending her away,” he said, “and if it may have been costly, a king’s enjoyment should not be niggardly. and you will be prompt in your payments to me, for if you should not be you will know that i will come alive again, and gladly see you all torn apart by the populace.” he pushed back the high throne chair roughly, and walked to the door where he stopped to deliver a last thrust.

“i leave you that girl for a legacy,” he announced, “and i hope you never discover whether she is the princess or not.” he slammed the door and was gone.

after a moment maria lalena spoke. “you will discover immediately that i am not,” she said in a small, tired voice. “i tell you so. my mother rushed me into this and gave me no time to think. it was something she and queen yolanda devised. i believed the whole thing until i had time to think, then i knew i could not be the princess, since i remembered my life at waldek before she was killed.”

“still,” conrad interrupted, “i ’ave publicly proclaimed you maria lalena and queen of alaria. if i now declare i made a mistake—it is awkward.”

237“very,” she agreed. “i throw myself contritely on your mercy, and beg that since you have committed sins yourself, posing as the black ghost, and imprisoning king bela, you will pardon and help me.” she turned on him her melting glance, but this time it did not remind me of parisian pastry. it was sweet, but honest.

“i will most certainly pardon and ’elp you,” he promised, going over to her. “but the sins you ’ave named will always be my greatest pride. they ’ave saved my country from revolution. shall i explain? it might be as well, i think. we are all friends ’ere and even count visichich is ignorant of a few things that ’ave taken place. not that i keep anything from ’im, but that there was no time for explanations.

“first, i will state that i am the only man in alaria who can see the country through this storm. you ’ave discovered that i ’ave been the black ghost. that was my idea, but the part ’as been played by all of us, even by the countess katerina visichich.”

john interrupted to say, “yes, but i recognised her in vorgo. it should be done by a man.”

238“ah?” said conrad. “you are the first who ’as done that.” he continued, “after the accession of bela i saw that something must be done. i considered the possibilities and decided that the legend of the black ghost was the only one that offered a sure way to the loyalties of the people. there ’ave always been communities of semi-bandits in the mountains. when they were attacked they simply separated and ’id until their attackers tired themselves out. they burned charcoal part of the time, and were a continual but rather petty annoyance to travellers through the pass, and to neighboring villages. it is because of them that visichich manor is so well fortified. like most mountaineers they were backward, illiterate, fierce in loyalties and ’ates, and very superstitious. i donned the dress of fakat zol, and went among them with more money than they ’ad seen in a ’undred years, and won them easily. i drilled them, gave them medical care, repaired their fortresses, and made them the nucleus of a real power. that power must continue. it is the greatest and most loyal force we ’ave.” he paused. “i am talking a great deal,” he apologised with a smile, “i beg your pardon. i confess i am a little proud of my secret soldiery.”

239he paused again, and then went on. “you will wish to understand about bela’s imprisonment. it was necessary to remove bela. i could not quite bring myself to murder ’im, though since he ’ad tried three times to murder me, it would ’ave been justified. i am not afraid to kill men for revenge, or for another’s benefit, per’aps, but i am too much a royalist to kill my king that i might mount ’is throne myself. to imprison ’im for my own safety and the peace of alaria was a different matter. with count visichich i arranged the coup very elaborately. ’e would appear to ’ave been thrown down a precipice, and the body at the bottom would be found dressed in ’is clothes, complete, but the face too crushed for recognition. the friends with whom ’e ’unted that day would ’ave separated from ’im all but two, and those two were badly in debt. they are now in switzerland, and receive an allowance from me so they will be silent. bela was to stay quietly in visichich manor until ’is beard grew long enough so that with ’is mustache cut shorter and a tonsure ’e would not be easily recognised. then i should ’ave ’im taken to one of the mountain castles, where ’e would be surrounded by as many books and wines and phonographs as ’e wished. we would say ’e was a mad monk, and that would explain all he said. it was a perfect plan, but i fear that my friends and i are not good jailors. we lack experience. you gentlemen,” he smiled at us amusedly, “would probably ’ave shown a natural aptitude for such a problem. i wish i ’ad known you in time. may i inquire whether your facility in escaping is the result of much experience or are you untrained geniuses?”

240“i fear we must immodestly claim genius,” john admitted.

“’owever,” prince conrad considered, still smiling, “you are americans, and i ’ave been informed that lawbreaking and the related arts enjoy a great vogue in that remarkable country.”

john grinned back at him. “yes,” he admitted, “we have an innate love of swashbuckling for which our more conventional forms of endeavor offer no outlet.”

241prince conrad laughed good-naturedly. “touché,” he said. “with your permission i will proceed with my story. our cousin, the ex-queen yolanda,” he fondled the ex lovingly, “is a determined and clever woman. she summoned me to the palace, but only some hours after the news of bela’s supposed death reached ’er. in the meantime she ’ad driven through the city as was her ’abit, and telephoned to ’er friend countess von waldek to send this young lady speeding across the country. when i arrived, very quickly, as you can imagine, on the ’eels of her message to me, she brought forward the little princess maria lalena, whom i ’ad seen dead with my own eyes eight years before. the country was seriously divided into factions, and the royal family remained in power only because no one had disturbed the status quo. if we made a misstep that would ’ave been a bad moment. she ’ad me, and she knew it. if i ’ad refused to present maria lalena to a wondering people, she would ’ave done it ’erself. i agreed to sponsor ’er, not because i believed ’er a princess; but because i knew that if i did not, queen yolanda would raise such a storm as our poor government would never be able to weather, even with the ’elp of my loyal small army from the mountains, and all my ’ocus-pocus. speed was essential. the crown must be offered to someone, so its proper heir offered it to a usurper.”

242maria lalena seemed to be on the verge of tears. she raised her wide eyes to conrad, “i am so helpless,” she pleaded, “i never wanted to do it, and now you are the only person who can help me.”

“i ’ave thought of a way,” he said, quite gently, in a tone he had not used before. “it is a little drastic, but will at once restore me to my throne, and resolve all these difficulties, yours, and ours.”

she seemed surprised for a moment until she realised what he meant, and then she blushed, and there were tears in her eyes. “oh, prince conrad!” she said, managing to look like something off the top of a wedding cake, bright and pretty and very, very delicate and sweet. she lacked all the magnificence of countess katerina. she would probably be the perfect wife for conrad, he could swash enough for any family, even a royal one. her eyes were acclaiming him marvelous, and there was no doubt that she meant it. her cheeks were winsomely pink, her hands clasped ecstatically at her throat. i felt rather proud to have a queen for a cousin, and such a pretty one. conrad was smiling down at her in pleased surprise. he had suggested a cool affair of state and found a worshipper. he was flattered. he took her hands in his and kissed them both formally, but with a look which promised less formality later.

243“for the moment,” he said, very gently, “i must give my attention to these dull affairs, with your permission.”

“of course,” she said softly. “affairs of state must always come first to a king.”

i had felt a little cynical for the first moment or two, remembering the pastries. but why should i be? conrad was a handsome man, a romantically ill-treated prince, a forceful person, an idol for any young girl. and she was a pretty, sweet little thing. any man would think that. appealingly pathetic and gentle. her adoration would be agreeable even to a prince.

conrad turned to us, and his manner had become a little hurried. the time had come to get us out of the way.

244“there are several things to be said to you,” he announced. “but for the moment i will be quick. first, i must apologise. we ’ave been most unkind to you. i was not merely making conversation when i suggested earlier that you be offered posts in alaria. you are lucky men, and we need luck ’ere. if we can find something interesting for you to do will you consider the offer to stay?”

“not i, though i am very grateful to you for thinking of it,” i said. “i am for the quiet life as soon as i can find another shoe.”

“to be sure,” he answered. “as you wish. you will always be welcome ’ere, but i understand your feeling. i fear you ’ave not tasted the pleasures of alaria.”

“oh,” john protested. “really, now! i’ve never had a better time in my life.” he was grinning like a naughty boy who expects to be reproved. “i’d like to stay. there is a job here i should like to have, and i happen to know it is open.”

“good,” conrad said, smiling at his enthusiasm. “and what is your choice?”

john answered quickly, “i should like to be the black ghost.”

245prince conrad laughed at that, appreciatively. “ah,” he said, “but unfortunately you ’ave been misinformed. that post is not open.”

“neither,” john said pointedly, “is the throne of alaria.”

conrad laughed again. “under similar circumstances, i wish you all success—” he said, and would have said more except that john broke into his speech.

“good-bye to your majesties,” he cried, and started for the door, dragging me with him. we were through it before i caught my breath.

“you’ll tear my sleeve off,” i protested. “don’t slam that door, this is a palace. what’s the matter, anyway? where are you going?”

“you don’t know where we’re going?” john laughed. “i can’t drive a car with this arm.” he was piloting me down long corridors and back and forth among servants and guards who stared but did not interfere. “we’re going to katerina, of course, and you have to do the driving. come along.”

“her father was right there,” i said, “and you ran off without saying good-bye to him.”

246“if i’m successful,” he grinned, “i’ll have plenty of time to talk to him, and if i’m not it doesn’t matter. anyway, it would have been lèse majesté to stay there any longer. even you should have seen that.” we rushed down more corridors, and then, just outside, we found the car standing in a row of others. john greeted it with a low whoop of triumph.

“step into it, old man, and step on it,” he urged. “let’s get there before it’s too late to make a call on a lady.”

and so, for the third time in three days we drove rather wildly over the road between herrovosca and the pass. i recognised as we saw them again, a hundred unconsidered landmarks, a house of a deep pink, with white-flowering vines growing over it, a pair of light bay horses in a field, twin poplars beside a brook, long strings of mushrooms and garlics hanging at the windows of the peasants’ cottages, and always, across the wide, fertile valley, the towering, dark jagged mountains of the frontier, rocky, barren on their upper surfaces, orange where the sun fell on them.

“don’t drive like the tortoise,” john urged. “i’ve always wanted to swashbuckle, and now is my chance. step on it.”

247i stepped, and the little familiar landmarks hurtled by. we thundered around corners, and past crossroads, and the providence that keeps watch over fools and lovers protected us, so that presently we saw the customs house, and turned off to the right, down the long, rutty road that leads to visichich manor.

“it’s only this morning we left here,” i reminisced. the road was worse than i remembered, but it wasn’t stopping us much.

“honk the horn,” john ordered. “i think it is just over that hill.”

i honked the horn, loud and long, and as i came in sight of the manor wall, the gate opened to us.

“that’s an omen,” i said, and drove under the arch, and up to the door of the old house. i was pretty much excited myself, anticipating a warm welcome and all the little pleasant attentions i had missed the last three days.

it was a very old and beautiful stone doorway, and the carving of the oak door was worn with long use. it opened to us as we approached, and there stood katerina on the threshold, in her green velvet gown, smiling ecstatically, her hair shining against the light like an aureole, her eyes bright with pleasure.

248“i rub my magic lamp and you appear,” said john.

“they signalled to me from the customs house,” she answered. “i knew you must be coming here. did you forget something?”

he jumped out of the car, and caught her hand. “never,” he promised. “i couldn’t do that.”

her voice trembled happily as she answered, “do you know, i rather thought you would come?”

“you asked me in vorgo,” he smiled. “you said the affairs of this country might become mine if i chose. i have chosen. that’s why i went away from here, and why i came back.”

“the best of reasons,” she answered, teasingly, “patriotism! but are you always so sudden in your entrances and your exits?”

“i’m too entranced ever to make another exit,” he said, and together they went into the old house.

i muttered something about putting the car in the garage, but there was no one to pay any attention to me, so i stayed where i was.

249i didn’t want to get out of the car without a shoe.

i had taken three days’ leave of my senses, and all it had gotten me was a hole in my sock.

but of course with john it was different.