"The police will never find her," said Olga, with an effort. "She is with Mark Dane. He has taken her away."
"Dane?" echoed Giles. "Denham's secretary?"
Olga looked at him with an inquiring air. "How much do you know?" she asked, bracing herself up.
"As much as your mother could tell me. I know that Anne is your half-sister, and——"
"Yes." Olga tried to rise, but sank back again. "She is my sister, my dear sister, and I love her with all the strength of my nature."
"Ah," said Ware sadly, "why did you not talk like that when last we met, mademoiselle?"
Olga passed her hand across her forehead. "I was mad, I think. But that is all over. You need have no fear now, Mr. Ware. My passion for you has spent itself."
"Olga!" cried the Princess, scandalized, "you rave!"
"No," answered her daughter; "I did last time Mr. Ware and I were together, but now I talk sense. Did he not tell?"
"I told nothing," interposed Giles quickly; "and you had better relate when and where you left Anne, so that we can find her."