Saunders shot a glance at his companion. He was genuinely fond of Trafford, had been genuinely shocked at the narrowness of his escape from tragic ruin, and was genuinely glad when his morbid companion began to take intelligent interest in his surroundings,--even though that interest manifested itself in irritable comments and deprecatory grunts. The Englishman had chaffed the would-be suicide, had poured cruel scorn on his inamorata, and preached the cold gospel of worldliness and selfish pleasure; but if he had spoken cynically it had been because cynicism had seemed the right remedy, rather than because his own nature was bitter. Beyond having a rather high opinion of his own abilities and a predilection for new clothes, Saunders was a man of much merit. "Because this skating competition happens to be held here," he answered, "and the King's Cup is the important event in the sporting calendar of Grimland. The winner--who may be yourself--is looked upon as a king among men, a demi-god to be honoured with the burnt offerings of the rich and the bright glances of the fair." "The latter I can dispense with. Cut it out!" the American exclaimed with much bitterness, and then went on: "I did not come to Grimland merely for sport, as you well know, but because you hinted at political troubles. Moreover, I have taken your advice literally, and have brought my gun along." "Keep it loaded then," said Saunders curtly. "I hear Father Bernhardt has returned." "Who in thunder is Father Bernhardt?" "A renegade priest. In the troubles of 1904 he eloped with the Queen, who had been plotting her husband's downfall with the Schattenbergs." "His Majesty's opposition," put in Trafford, who knew something of the country's turbid history. "Yes, kinsmen of King Karl's who have always cherished a secret claim to the throne. They very nearly made their claim good, too, in 1904." "Only one Robert Saunders intervened," interjected Trafford with an envious glance at his companion. "Providence upheld the ruling dynasty with a firm hand," Saunders went on to explain, "and the rebellious family, the Schattenbergs, were pretty well wiped out in the process. Two alone survived:--Prince Stephan,--who was too young to participate in the trouble, and who subsequently died of diphtheria at Weissheim,--and the Princess Gloria,--a girl of one-and-twenty, who escaped over the Austrian frontier." "And what is she doing?" inquired Trafford with some approach to curiosity.