“I knew that the best means of concealing her would be to play upon the likeness between us, and never go out together.  For extra precaution, when either of us went out, a veil was worn.  She was taken for Ruth Atheson; and Ruth Atheson, by your detectives, was taken for the Grand Duchess Carlotta.  Indeed,” and here Ruth smiled, “she was very much taken—­in an auto, and as far as Washington.  You propose now to take her still farther.  The Grand Duchess would know, ten minutes after it happened, of my abduction, and she would guess who was responsible.  So you may be certain that she is no longer at Sihasset.  The picture you have, Your Excellency, is the picture of the Grand Duchess, not of me.  It happened that, as I was walking outside the gates of my home, your friends appeared.  The mistake was quite natural.”

The Minister had listened respectfully while Ruth spoke, but he was not convinced.

“It would be discourteous in me, Highness,” he said, “to doubt your word.  But it would be worse than discourteous were I to accept it.  I am sorry; but you must offer me more than statements.  My men could scarcely have been deceived.  They followed you each time you came out.  Two people do not look so much alike—­especially outside of families—­”

His Excellency’s eyes opened as he flashed a keen look at Ruth.  The name “Atheson” had suddenly commenced to bother him.  What was it he should have remembered—­and couldn’t?  The intentness of his gaze disconcerted Ruth.  The Minister changed it to look down at his thrumming fingers, and continued in his suavest tones, following that scarcely perceptible pause.

“—­as to deceive men trained in the art of spying.  I can only repeat what I have already said:  there are two courses open, and it is for you to determine which you prefer.”

“You may be sure, then, Your Excellency,” said Ruth, “that I shall not select the course that would put me in a false light before all the world.  I am not the Grand Duchess Carlotta, and I must refuse to be taken for her.  My uncle will not be long in deciding who is responsible for my abduction, and I can assure you that you will have explanations to make before your warship arrives.”

The Minister arose promptly as Ruth stood up, her hand resting lightly on the desk.

“I am tired, Your Excellency,” she continued, “and—­since you insist on my being the guest of your government—­I will ask to be conducted to my apartments.”

The Minister bowed.  “If Your Highness will permit.”  He touched a bell.  The raw-boned woman was in the room so quickly that Ruth wondered if she had been all the time just outside the door.  At a signal from His Excellency, the woman picked up Ruth’s wrap and gloves.  His Excellency meanwhile, with a low bow, had opened the door.  Ruth passed into the broad corridor and, accompanied by the Minister, proceeded to a handsome suite of rooms.