'No, thanks.' The Baroness smiled her simple smile.
Nella departed. She had noticed one trifling thing besides the
paper - namely, that the Baroness could pronounce the English 'th'
sound if she chose.
That afternoon, in her own room, Nella sat meditating at the
window for long time, and then she suddenly sprang up, her eyes
brightening.
'I know,' she exclaimed, clapping her hands. 'It's Miss Spencer,
disguised!
Why didn't I think of that before?' Her thoughts ran instantly to
Prince Aribert. 'Perhaps I can help him,' she said to herself, and
gave a little sigh. She went down to the office and inquired
whether the Baroness had given any instructions about dinner. She
felt that some plan must be formulated. She wanted to get hold of
Rocco, and put him in the rack. She knew now that Rocco, the
unequalled, was also concerned in this mysterious affair.
'The Baroness Zerlinski has left, about a quarter of an hour ago,'
said the attendant.
'But she only arrived this morning.'
'The Baroness's maid said that her mistress had received a telegram
and must leave at once. The Baroness paid the bill, and went away
in a four-wheeler.'
'Where to? 'The trunks were labelled for Ostend.'
Perhaps it was instinct, perhaps it was the mere spirit of adventure;
but that evening Nella was to be seen of all men on the steamer for
Ostend which leaves Dover at 11 p.
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