"We needn't worry about that yet," retorted Jimmy. "We have got to get out of this hole first. I don't know what you think, but it seems to me that our part of the business was child's play compared with that those two girls have got to tackle." "They'll do it," replied Tony confidently. "I've the most perfect faith in Molly." Jimmy took a deep breath. "She's great--magnificent," he said. "There isn't a woman in the world to touch her. She'll do her part all right, but it's the other one I'm thinking about. How can one expect a young girl who's no experience of acting to bring off a job like this?" "Ah!" said Tony. "You don't know Isabel." He walked to the writing-desk, and stood for an instant looking down at the open blotting-book. "I wonder if the Count would mind my using his paper and envelopes," he added meditatively. "I think this would be rather a good opportunity of answering Da Freitas' letter." "Oh, go on," said Jimmy with a chuckle. "That will be all right. He told us to look on the place as our own." Tony seated himself at the desk, and taking out his fountain pen pulled a sheet of paper towards him. He paused to reflect for a few moments, and then dating the letter with the exact hour, began to write, slowly and deliberately. He had not covered more than half a page, when the door opened and the Count of Saint Anna came back into the room. "I have taken your friend in to the Princess," he said. "She was surprised, as you would expect, but I think it will make her happy to speak with him. I return to bring him back in a little while. You gentlemen will do me the honour of lunching with me, as soon as their talk is finished?" Tony, who had got up from his chair, shook his head. "Thank you very much, Count," he said, "but I'm afraid we shall have to start back as quick as we can. The fact is I have got an appointment with the English Ambassador. He is coming to lunch with me on my yacht." He brought out this impromptu falsehood with such perfect readiness that even Jimmy was momentarily staggered. "Ah!" said the Count. "I am sorry. If you could have waited it is possible that you would have had the pleasure to meet the Count de Sé. We are expecting him at any time now. He is, as you know, to take the Princess to Portriga." "What a pity!" replied Tony regretfully. "I should love to have had a chat with him if we could have managed it." He paused. "By the way," he added, "I hope you don't mind my making free with your property like this. I was just writing a line to my friend the Marquis da Freitas. I daresay the Count de Sé would take it with him when he goes in." The old gentleman spread out his hands in a reassuring gesture. "Señor," he said, "please to continue. All that I have in this poor house is at your disposal."