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"Show His Royal Highness in! " said Anthony.
"Very well, sir," replied Falcon. "In one moment. " He retired feeling very satisfied. He had had no idea that the Mr. Bathurst staying at his hotel was such a distinguished visitor. To number the Crown Prince of Clorania upon his visiting-list argued much, and eloquently, for his social standing. Chief-Inspector Bannister was something of a different proposition. Falcon was well aware of the Inspector's very high position at Scotland Yard and had His Royal Highness inquired for the Inspector, it would have occasioned him no surprise whatever. But for Mr. Bathurst -- ! It was surprising to say the least of it. Surprising but comfortably reassuring. He shewed the Crown Prince into Mr. Bathurst's room and immediately telephoned the astounding news through to a friend of his-an occupant of a position on the Aldermanic Bench of Westhampton. This, he was fully conscious, was equivalent to getting the B. B. C. to broadcast the news, for the worthy Alderman in question was a prominent member of a Local Mutual Toleration Society. Alexis of Clorania advanced to Anthony-his hand outstretched in greeting. "I have been unable to compose myself, Mr. Bathurst," he said, "during your absence. I have been strangely worried and uneasy. I had to come. What success have you had?"