The prince pulled at his moustache. So did his aide-de-camp, who seemed to be a man of but little initiative and conversational resource.     

       "We are invaders."     

       "Not at all, not at all," protested Mr. Chugwater.     

       "I must warn you that you will resist at your peril. You wear no uniform—"     

       "Wouldn't dream of such a thing. Except at the lodge, of course."     

       "You will be sorely tempted, no doubt. Do not think that I do not appreciate your feelings. This is an Englishman's Home."     

       Mr. Chugwater tapped him confidentially on the knee.     

       "And an uncommonly snug little place, too," he said. "Now, if you will forgive me for talking business, you, I gather, propose making some stay in this country."     

       The prince laughed shortly. So did his aide-de-camp. "Exactly," continued Mr. Chugwater, "exactly. Then you will want some pied-a-terre, if you follow me. I shall be delighted to let you this house on remarkably easy terms for as long as you please. Just come along into my study for a moment. We can talk it over quietly there. You see, dealing direct with me, you would escape the middleman's charges, and—"     

       Gently but firmly he edged the prince out of the room and down the passage.     

       The aide-de-camp continued to sit staring woodenly at the carpet. Reggie closed quietly in on him.     

       "Excuse me," he said; "talking shop and all that. But I'm an agent for the Come One Come All Accident and Life Assurance Office. You have heard of it probably? We can offer you really exceptional terms. You must not miss a chance of this sort. Now here's a prospectus—"     

       Horace sidled forward.     

       "I don't know if you happen to be a cyclist, Captain—er—Graf; but if you'd like a practically new motorbike, only been used since last November, I can let you—"     

       There was a swish of skirts as Grace and Alice advanced on the visitor.     

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