Moya drove back with so much to occupy her thoughts that she forgot to dream. So preoccupied was she, that she passed Sir Ralph Sapson and his chic companion turning into the park before she was aware that he was bowing to her or had time to note anything more about the lady than that she was very beautifully gowned and that her sunshade was tilted at such an angle that it was impossible to see her face. “Who is your friend?” Sir Ralph turned with a smirk. “That, Princess,” he said, “is Lady Moya Felton.” “Oh, your fiancée,” said the girl, “isn’t it a bore being in London incognito; I should so much like to have met her.” “Perhaps some day,” said Ralph. “I should dearly love to,” murmured the girl; “but please go on, you interest me so much. I am beginning to realise why you English are so successful. You seem to know every detail of your business.” “Oh, dear no,” protested Sir Ralph good-humoredly. “I am rather a dunce if the truth be told, but one must know something of the details.” “Something!” said the girl, raising her eye-brows. “I think you are very modest. Why, you seem to know the workings of your railway system from beginning to end.” Sir Ralph stroked his moustache thoughtfully. “One has to go into things,” he said vaguely, “and of course one takes a lot of credit for things which one is not entitled to take credit for. But the gold train was my idea altogether.” “I never thought there was so much romance in business,” said the Princess, then suddenly, “do you mind telling the driver to turn about, I am tired of the park now.” He leaned forward and instructed the chauffeur and the big car circled round. “I am glad you suggested that,” he said. “Why?” she asked. “Did you notice a man in a grey felt hat talking to a lady in a victoria?” She shook her head. “He’s a weird bird,” said Sir Ralph; “he is a policeman, Michael Pretherston, Lord Pretherston’s brother. I don’t want to meet him, apart from the fact that he might recognize you, even through that veil of yours which would deny him so much happiness,” he added gallantly. “Tell me some more about the gold train,” she said. Nothing loath Sir Ralph explained. He told the story of the Seahampton Docks and the big liners which would be coming in and the new services he had inaugurated to meet the increased traffic. “We shall carry practically the whole of the gold which comes from the Rand mines,” he said impressively. “Naturally we have to be very careful although there is not much danger in England. The gold train is really two big safes on wheels. To outward appearance, they are just like ordinary closed railway trucks. In reality they are steel boxes, burglar proof and fire proof. Of course, nothing can go wrong and even if we had a smash the cars would be uninjured. But I have the best men on the system to run the train.” “How very fascinating,” she said intensely interested. “I suppose you have a most elaborate time-table?”