She pulled away from him, and went to the Paget man slowly, her big eyes wild and strained. "Robert!" she cried. "Robert! how did you get here? Were you hunting us?" "All ovah England, yes," he said. "Not heah! I came heah to see Shelley. But you? How do you happen to be in this country?" "We've lived on adjoining land for two years!" "You moved heah! To escape the pity of our friends?" "Father moved! Mother and I had no means, and no refuge. We were forced. We never believed it! Oh Robert, we never--not for a minute! Oh Robert, say you never did it!" "Try our chawming cousin Emmet your next guess!" "That devil! Oh that devil!" She cried out that hurt way again, so he took her tight in his arms; but sure as ever Laddie was my brother, he was hers, so that was all right. When they were together you wondered why in this world you hadn't thought of it the instant you saw him alone. They were like as two peas. They talked exactly the same, only he sounded much more so, probably from having just been in England for weeks, while in two years she had grown a little as we were. We gazed at them, open-mouthed, like as not, and no one said a word. At last Mr. Paget looked over the Princess' shoulder at father and said: "I can explain this, Mr. Stanton, in a very few wuds. I am my friend. The case was my own. The evidence I secuahed was for myself. This is my only sisteh. Heh people are mine----" "The relationship is apparent," said father. "There is a striking likeness between you and your sister, and I can discern traces of your parents in your face, speech and manner." "If you know my father," said Robert, "then you undehstand what happened to me when I was found with his money on my pehson, in the presence of our best friends and the police. He went raving insane on the instant, and he would have killed me if he hadn't been prevented; he tried to; has he changed any since, Pam?" The Princess was clinging to him with both hands, staring at him, wonder, joy, and fear all on her lovely face. "Worse!" she cried. "He's much worse! The longer he broods, the more mother grieves, the bitterer he becomes. Mr. Stanton, he is always armed. He'll shoot on sight. Oh what shall we do?" "Miss Pamela," said Leon, "did your man Thomas know your brother in England?" "All his life." "Well, then, we'd better be doing something quick. He tied the horses and was walking up and down the road while he waited, and he saw us plainly when we crossed the wood yard a while ago. He followed us and stared so, I couldn't help noticing him."