"I have been up ages," she replied. "I can never sleep when I am excited or worried--at least not after nine o'clock." "What's worrying you?" he asked, settling himself on the sofa. She sat down beside him. "It's Peter," she said. "He was here yesterday--yesterday afternoon. I rang you up directly he had gone." "Well?" inquired Tony. Molly took a deep breath. "He had come to say good-bye." Tony sat up. "What?" he demanded. Molly nodded her head. "He didn't admit it in so many words, but that's what it came to." There was a short pause. "He must have more nerve than I gave him credit for," said Tony slowly. "Oh, I don't mean good-bye altogether," said Molly with a little laugh. "That isn't Peter's idea at all." She jumped up from the sofa, and crossing to the writing-table in the corner opened the drawer and took out something from inside. "Look at this," she said. "This," was a half sheet of stiff note-paper stamped in gold with the Royal Livadian arms, and bearing two or three straggling lines of writing, at the bottom of which sprawled a large irregular signature. [Illustration: Signature--Pedro R.] Tony examined it with interest. "It looks very impressive," he said. "What's it all about?" "It's a sort of pass," said Molly calmly, "like one gets for a theatre, you know. It means 'do whatever the bearer wishes without asking any questions.'" She took it back from him and slipped it into the envelope which she was holding in her hand. "That would take me anywhere I pleased in Livadia if Peter was king." "But what's the good of it now?" asked Tony. "Why has he given it you?" Molly crossed to the writing-table, and putting the envelope back, shut the door and locked it.