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The Grand Duke Sven and his beautiful American wife had been dining with some intimate friends at the house in Park-lane a few days later and a great reception was to follow. It was getting late when a taxi-cab containing four members of the Imps o' the Moon pierrot troupe moved slowly along Park-lane in the direction of the house where the reception was being held. They had been more or less commanded to the house in question, there to give a performance before the Duke's five hundred odd guests.
Villars Croft, the moving spirit of the troupe, stared out of the window and waved his hand comprehensively.