"Your letter hinted something of all this," he said. "Let us be quite
fair, Poynter. Ronador feared only for his little son."
"Why must we talk in riddles?" cried Diane with a flash of impatience.
"Why does Ronador fear for his son? Where is the candlestick? And the
paper? Who found it?"
"Carl found it," said Philip. "It was written nearly a quarter of a
century ago, by one--Theodomir of Houdania."
Diane glanced in utter mystification at Ronador's ashen face--there was
a great fear in his eyes--and thence to Baron Tregar.
"Excellency," she appealed, "it is all very hard to understand. Who is
Theodomir? And why must his life touch mine after all these years?"
The Baron cleared his throat.
"Let me try to make it simpler," he said gravely. "Theodomir, Miss
Westfall, was a lovable, willful, over-democratic young crown prince of
Houdania who, many years ago, refused the responsibilities of a royal
position whose pomp and pretensions he despised--quoting Buddha--and
fled to America where in the course of time he married, divorced his
wife and later died--incognito. He was Ronador's cousin, and his
flight shifted the regency of the kingdom to Ronador's father."
"Yes," said the girl steadily, "that is very clear.
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