"Sara, you are beastly!"
"Forgive me, dear, but why not face facts?"
"Well!" Anne smiled resignedly. "Mother must n't know."
"Not until the play is over," said Sara.
Anne gazed moodily at her friend.
"It soon will be, I fear," she said.
As for the unsuspecting Armitage, he burned the road, smiling to think that underground wires were working for him, as well as the Prince. He had no fear that if Koltsoff had the control with him—which Armitage did not for a moment believe—the vigilance of the express companies and of the postal authorities would be found wanting. Koltsoff spent half an hour in the telegraph office and then alighting from the car in Touro Park, bade Armitage return to The Crags.
"Shall I call anywhere for you?" asked Armitage pleasantly.
"No," replied Koltsoff, who stood on the sidewalk, watching until the car disappeared.