By this time the carriage was almost opposite and within forty feet of where they stood.  The ladies, Miss Guggenslocker’s companion as young and almost as beautiful as herself had not observed the agitated two, but Lorry’s face was beaming, his hat was off, and he was ready to spring to the carriage side at a moment’s warning.  Then the young girl at the side of the woman whose beauty had drawn a man half around the world saw the tall strangers, and called her companion’s attention to them.  Once more Grenfall Lorry and Miss Guggenslocker were looking into each other’s eyes.

The lady started violently, her eyes grew wide, her lips parted, and her body was bent forward eagerly, a little gloved hand grasping the side of the open carriage.  Her “ideal American” was bowing low, as was the tall fellow at his side.  When he looked up again his eyes were glowing, his handsome face was flushed, and he saw her smile, blush furiously and incline her head gravely.  The carriage had swept past, but she turned her head, and he detected an appealing glance in her eyes, a perplexed wrinkle across her brow, both of which were swept away an instant later by the most bewitching of smiles.  Again her head was inclined, this time a trifle more energetically, and then the maddening face was turned from him.  The equipage rolled onward, and there was no effort on her part to check its progress.  The men were left standing alone and disappointed on the streets of Edelweiss, the object of their search slipping away as soon as she had been found.  Her companion was amazed by the little scene, it was evident, judging by the eager look on her face as she turned with a question in her eyes.

“Turned down!” exclaimed the irrepressible Anguish, dolefully.  “That’s pretty shabby treatment, old man.  But she’s quite worth the journey.”

“I’ll not go back to America without her.  Do you hear that, Harry Anguish?” He was excited and trembling.  “But why didn’t she stop?” he went on, dismally.

“Oh, you dear old fool!” said Anguish.

The two stood looking after the carriage until it turned into a side street, half way down the shady stretch toward the castle.  They saw her companion glance back, but could not tell whether she did or not.  Lorry looked uneasily at Anguish, and the latter read his thought.

“You are wondering about the Guggenslocker name, eh?  I’ll tell you what I’ve worked out during the past two minutes.  Her name is no more Guggenslocker than mine is.  She and the uncle used that name as a blind.  Mark my words, she’s quality over here; that’s all there is about it.  Now, we must find out just who she really is.  Here comes a smart-looking soldier chap.  Let’s ask him, providing we can make him understand.”

A young soldier approached, leisurely twirling a cane, for he was without his side arms.  Anguish accosted him in French and then in German.  He understood the latter and was very polite.