"
"Good-by," she said softly. "Good-by, till we meet once more."
She extended both hands impulsively and he stood for an instant staring
into the limpid gray eyes, then, turning, went below. From the revenue
cutter he waved a hand at her as the great _Lusitania_, moving again,
sped on her way. The prince joined Miss Thorne at the rail. The scowl
was still on his face.
"And now what?" he demanded abruptly. "This man has treated us as if we
were a pair of children."
"He's a wonderful man," she replied.
"That may be--but we have been fools to allow him to do all this."
Miss Thorne turned flatly and faced him.
"We are not beaten yet," she said slowly. "If all things go well we--we
are not beaten yet."
The _Lusitania_ was rounding Montauk Point when the wireless brought her
to half-speed with a curt message:
"Isabel Thorne and Pietro Petrozinni aboard _Lusitania_ wanted on
warrants charging conspiracy. Tug-boat will take them off, intercepting
you beyond Montauk Point.
"CAMPBELL, Secret Service."
"What does _that_ mean?" asked the prince, bewildered.
"It means that the compact will be signed in Washington in spite of Mr.
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