It seemed to Rags that the roof and the high stars suddenly began to swim round and round. She saw John take the detective's hand and shake it heartily, and she watched the detective grin and pocket his gun. The music had recommenced, and the girl who had fainted was suddenly dancing with Lord Charles Este in the corner. John was running here and there patting people on the back, and laughing and shaking hands. Then he was coming toward her, fresh and innocent as a child. "Wasn't it wonderful?" he cried. Rags felt a faintness stealing over her. She groped backward with her hand toward a chair. "What was it?" she cried dazedly. "Am I dreaming?" "Of course not! You're wide awake. I made it up, Rags, don't you see? I made up the whole thing for you. I had it invented! The only thing real about it was my name!" She collapsed suddenly against his coat, clung to his lapels, and would have wilted to the floor if he had not caught her quickly in his arms. "Some champagne--quick!" he called, and then he shouted at the Prince of Wales, who stood near by. "Order my car quick, you! Miss Martin-Jones has fainted from excitement." V The skyscraper rose bulkily through thirty tiers of windows before it attenuated itself to a graceful sugar-loaf of shining white. Then it darted up again another hundred feet, thinned to a mere oblong tower in its last fragile aspiration toward the sky. At the highest of its high windows Rags Martin-Jones stood full in the stiff breeze, gazing down at the city. "Mr. Chestnut wants to know if you'll come right in to his private office." Obediently her slim feet moved along the carpet into a high, cool chamber overlooking the harbor and the wide sea. John Chestnut sat at his desk, waiting, and Rags walked to him and put her arms around his shoulder. "Are you sure _you're_ real?" she asked anxiously. "Are you absolutely _sure_?" "You only wrote me a week before you came," he protested modestly, "or I could have arranged a revolution." "Was the whole thing just _mine_?" she demanded. "Was it a perfectly useless, gorgeous thing, just for me?" "Useless?" He considered. "Well, it started out to be. At the last minute I invited a big restaurant man to be there, and while you were at the other table I sold him the whole idea of the night-club." He looked at his watch. "I've got one more thing to do--and then we've got just time to be married before lunch." He picked up his telephone. "Jackson? ... Send a triplicated cable to Paris, Berlin, and Budapest and have those two bogus dukes who tossed up for Schwartzberg-Rhineminster chased over the Polish border. If the Dutchy won't act, lower the rate of exchange to point triple zero naught two. Also, that idiot Blutchdak is in the Balkans again, trying to start a new war. Put him on the first boat for New York or else throw him in a Greek jail." He rang off, turned to the startled cosmopolite with a laugh.