A Royal Wrong by Fred M. White

Hugh sat on his seat feeling that he had no reason to be dissatisfied with the progress of matters. He had had an exceedingly trying and anxious time. It seemed days since the special train had left for Liverpool, but it was only a question of hours. At any rate his plan had not been a failure. Lady Letty was safe on the train again, and her time had by no means been wasted. She had also succeeded in preserving Amsted from his enemies, and had baffled Du Cros in that direction; and the best of it was the pseudo-millionaire had not the slightest notion from whence this check to his programme had come. True, fortune had been kind to Letty in the manner in which Bloomer and his lot had played into her hands, but it is proverbial that fortune always does favour the brave.

Moreover, Du Cros was incapable of further mischief--at all events for a time. Now was the chance for Lady Torringdor to rid herself for ever of her ally-ties to that choice rascal. Beyond question Du Cros carried the proofs of Lady Torringdor's folly about with him. He was just the type of scoundrel to do that sort of thing. In case of rebellion he could dangle it before her eyes and spur her on to further endeavours.