She said this without raising her voice, and now for the first time Anita Bellini gave the slightest hint of her emotion. The eyeglass dropped and was caught deftly and replaced with too-elaborate care. The strong mouth drooped a little, but recovered at once. “That sounds almost like a threat to me,” she said harshly. “Young lady, I think you’re going to lose a job.” Quick as a flash came the answer: “Before I lose my job, Princess, you will lose a very profitable source of income.” She did not wait for the answer, but turned to Lady Raytham. “Will you see me alone, Lady Raytham?” Jane Raytham’s voice shook a little; she was a very bewildered woman. “I brought you here to apologize to you for Druze,” she said breathlessly, “and you have made use of the opportunity to insult my friend--a lady who----” Her voice grew husky and she stopped as though she could not articulate further. There was nothing more to be gained here, unless she was prepared to blurt her questions before the very woman who she was anxious should remain in ignorance of the information which had come to her. Leslie had unfastened her coat in coming upstairs; behind her brown fur Lady Raytham saw the silk-clad figure in mauve. Princess Anita Bellini smiled. She had a flair for Paris models. “They pay you well in the police, my young friend,” she said bluntly. “Who is the lucky gentleman who pays for your clothes?” “My lawyer until I am twenty-five,” said Leslie. “Fortunate lawyer! Who is he?” Leslie smiled. “You ought to know him. He acted for you in your bankruptcy.” And with that parting shot she went out of the room, knowing she was a cat, but realizing that a cat was entitled to what pleasure she might find in getting under the skin of a tigress. Half an hour later, Mr. Coldwell unfolded his serviette and shook his head soberly. “You _are_ a cat, too! But you’re a clever little cat; and when, Tabitha, did you discover that her highness was a bankrupt? I confess that is news to me.” The girl laughed ruefully. “I read gazettes,” she said. “It is depraved in me, but I find them more interesting than the best sex novel that any school girl has ever written! The bankruptcy was arranged ten years ago in the quietest way. The princess took up her residence in a small country town before she filed her petition, and it is easy to keep these country proceedings out of the London papers. On this occasion she described herself as Mrs. Bellini. There is no law compelling you to use a foreign title.” “Pussy cat, pussy cat,” murmured Mr. Coldwell. “And did she annihilate you?” “She was slightly withering,” said Leslie carelessly. “But Druze dropped! I’m awfully worried about that.” “I don’t see why you should be,” said Coldwell, and beckoned a waiter. When the man had taken the order: