Frobisher said nothing. He studied Lefroy’s white face intently. Outside was a babel of laughter and chatter and the swish of drapery. A clear, calm voice announced a late visitor. "His Highness the Shan of Koordstan," the footman said. Frobisher glanced at Lefroy’s face. In itself it was a tragedy. *CHAPTER XIV.* *"UNEASY LIES THE HEAD——"* As a matter of fact, His Highness the Shan of Koordstan had not intended to go to Lady Frobisher’s dance at all, though he had been graciously pleased to accept the invitation. His present intention was to go to bed early and be a little more careful for the future. There was a shakiness about the ruler of Koordstan that told its own tale, a shakiness that would not have conduced to his popularity with his subjects in the Far East. An interview with a recently-arrived minister of his had changed his plans entirely. In place of bed he had a cold bath and a cup of strong coffee, and sat down, as far as his aching head would allow him, to review the situation. The final outcome was a fit of utter despair and an express letter to Harold Denvers, who fortunately was at home and ready to respond to the invitation. The Eastern potentate was smoking moodily as he arrived. Harold significantly declined the offer of refreshment of a spirituous description. "Meaning that I have had enough already," the Shan said moodily. "But I’m sober as a judge now, had enough to make me. The shocking luck I’ve had lately!" He tossed a cigarette across to Denvers, and lighted a fresh one of his own. "So I sent you to give me a leg up if you can. You are the only honest man of the lot. Denvers, I’m in a fine mess over the Blue Stone. If I don’t produce it at once I’m done for. It would be madness for me to show my face at home again." "Somebody has discovered that your Highness has parted with it?" "That’s it. Lefroy is the rogue in the play. The game is Koordstan; for years he has been trying to get rid of me and put my cousin in my place. Even my own ministers are against me. And now I feel positive that Lefroy has given me away. They don’t ask me to show the stone, or accuse me of parting with it—they are too deep for that. A minister comes with a lot of literature which he calls important documents of State which require to be sealed immediately. That rascal has been in my cousin’s pay for years. And the worst of it is, the whole thing looks so natural and straightforward that I can’t refuse, especially as everything has my sanction." "The document must be sealed with the Blue Stone?" Harold asked.