"Then you've got to get out of the country now! Do you understand, John? You've got to get out _now_, before they come looking for you here!" He loosed a wild glance of terror toward the entrance. "Oh, God!" cried Rags, "why don't you do something?" Her eyes strayed here and there in desperation, became suddenly fixed. She drew in her breath sharply, hesitated, and then whispered fiercely into his ear. "If I arrange it, will you go to Canada to-night?" "How?" "I'll arrange it--if you'll pull yourself together a little. This is Rags talking to you, don't you understand, John? I want you to sit here and not move until I come back!" A minute later she had crossed the room under cover of the darkness. "Baron Marchbanks," she whispered softly, standing just behind his chair. He motioned her to sit down. "Have you room in your car for two more passengers to-night?" One of the aides turned around abruptly. "His lordship's car is full," he said shortly. "It's terribly urgent." Her voice was trembling. "Well," said the prince hesitantly, "I don't know." Lord Charles Este looked at the prince and shook his head. "I don't think it's advisable. This is a ticklish business anyhow with contrary orders from home. You know we agreed there'd be no complications." The prince frowned. "This isn't a complication," he objected. Este turned frankly to Rags. "Why is it urgent?" Rags hesitated. "Why"--she flushed suddenly--"it's a runaway marriage." The prince laughed. "Good!" he exclaimed. "That settles it. Este is just being official. Bring him over right away. We're leaving shortly, what?" Este looked at his watch. "Right now!" Rags rushed away. She wanted to move the whole party from the roof while the lights were still down. "Hurry!" she cried in John's ear. "We're going over the border--with the Prince of Wales. You'll be safe by morning." He looked up at her with dazed eyes. She hurriedly paid the check, and seizing his arm piloted him as inconspicuously as possible to the other table, where she introduced him with a word. The prince acknowledged his presence by shaking hands--the aides nodded, only faintly concealing their displeasure. "We'd better start," said Este, looking impatiently at his watch. They were on their feet when suddenly an exclamation broke from all of them--two policemen and a red-haired man in plain clothes had come in at the main door. "Out we go," breathed Este, impelling the party toward the side entrance. "There's going to be some kind of riot here." He swore--two more bluecoats barred the exit there. They paused uncertainly. The plain-clothes man was beginning a careful inspection of the people at the tables. Este looked sharply at Rags and then at John, who shrank back behind the palms. "Is that one of your revenue fellas out there?" demanded Este. "No," whispered Rags. "There's going to be trouble. Can't we get out this entrance?" The prince with rising impatience sat down again in his chair.