"I should love it," cried Beverly, her eyes sparkling.

"Then I shall write the order to Dangloss at once. Oh, dear, I have

forgotten, I have no official seal here."

"Couldn't you seal it with your ring?" suggested Beverly. "Oh, I have

it! Send for Baron Dangloss and have him witness your signature. He

can't get away from that, you see, and after we reach Edelweiss, you can

fix up a regular edict, seal and all," cried the resourceful American

girl.

Ink and paper were sent for and the two conspirators lent their wisdom

to the task of preparing an order for the salvation of Baldos, the

fugitive. The order read: To BARON JASTO DANGLOSS, COMMANDING THE CIVIC AND MILITARY POLICE OF

GRAUSTARK: "You are hereby informed that Baldos, the man who entered the city

with Miss Calhoun, is not to be regarded as a prisoner now or

hereafter. He is to be given capable medical and surgical attention

until fully recovered, when he is to be allowed to go his way in peace

unquestioned.

"Also, he is to be provided with suitable wearing apparel and made

comfortable in every way.

"Also, the members of his party, now in the hills (whose names are

unknown to me), are to be accorded every protection. Franz, the

driver, is to have his freedom if he desires it.

"And from this edict there is no recourse until its abatement by royal

decree.

"YETIVE."

"There," said the princess, affixing her signature "I think that will be

sufficient." Then she rang for a servant. "Send to Baron Dangloss and

ask him to come here at once."

Fifteen minutes later the chief of police stood in the presence of the

eager young interpreters of justice.

"I want you to witness my signature, Baron Dangloss," said the princess

after the greetings.

"Gladly," said the officer.

"Well, here is where I signed," said Yetive, handing him the paper. "I

don't have to write my name over again, do I?"

"Not at all," said the baron gallantly. And he boldly signed his name as

a witness.

"They wouldn't do that in the United States," murmured Beverly, who knew

something about red tape at Washington.

"It is a command to you, baron," said Yetive, handing him the document

with a rare smile. He read it through slowly. Then he bit his lip and

coughed. "What is the matter, baron?" asked Yetive, still smiling.

"A transitory emotion, your highness, that is all," said he; but his

hand trembled as he folded the paper.




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