“What’s to be done?” asked Anguish, boiling over with excitement.

“We must go to Baron Dangloss, tell him of our positive discovery, and then consult Count Halfont.”

“And Her Royal Highness, of course.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” said Lorry, flicking the ashes from his cigar with a finger that was now steady.  He was serving the Princess again.

They hurried to the Tower, and were soon in the presence of the fierce little chief of police.  Lorry had spent many hours with Dangloss of late, and they had become friends.  His grim old face blanched perceptibly as he heard the assertions of the young men.  He shook his head despairingly.

“It may be as you say, gentlemen, but I am afraid we can do nothing.  To charge a prince with such a crime and on such evidence would be madness.  I am of your belief, however.  Prince Gabriel is the man I have suspected.  Now I am convinced.  Before we can do anything in such a grave matter it will be necessary to consult the Princess and her ministers.  In case we conclude to accuse the Prince of Dawsbergen, it must be after careful and judicious thought.  There are many things to consider, gentlemen.  For my part, I would be overjoyed to seize the villain and to serve him as we did his tools, but my hands are tied, you see.  I would suggest that you go at once to the Princess and Count Halfont, tell them of your suspicions—­”

“Not suspicions, my lord,—­facts,” interrupted Anguish.

“Well, then, facts, and ascertain how they feel about taking up a proposition that may mean war.  May I ask you to come at once to me with their answer.  It is possible that they will call for a consultation with the ministers, nobles and high officers.  Still, I fear they will be unwilling to risk much on the rather flimsy proof you can give.  Gabriel is powerful and we do not seek a war with him.  There is another foe for whom we are quietly whetting our swords.”  The significant remark caused both listeners to prick up their ears.  But he disappointed, their curiosity, and they were left to speculate as to whom the other foe might be.  Did he mean that Graustark was secretly, slyly making ready to resist, treaty or no treaty?

It required prolonged urging on the part of Anguish to persuade Lorry to accompany him to the castle, but, when once determined to go before the Princess with their tale, he was eager, impatient to cross the distance that lay between the hotel and the forbidden grounds.  They walked rapidly down Castle Avenue and were soon at the gates.  The guard knew them, and they were admitted without a word.  As they hurried through the park they saw many strange men in gray, gaudy uniforms, and it occurred to Lorry that their visit, no matter how great its importance, was ill-timed.  Prince Lorenz was holding the center of the stage.

Anguish, with his customary impulsiveness, overruled Lorry’s objections, and they proceeded toward the entrance.  The guards of the Princess saluted profoundly, while the minions of Lorenz stared with ill-bred wonder upon these two tall men from another world.  It could be seen that the castle was astir with excitement, subdued and pregnant with thriving hopes and fears.  The nobility of Graustark was there; the visitors of Axphain were being entertained.