The calm, warm summer days went slowly by. Each afternoon the widow-- now perfectly satisfied with herself--accompanied her two guests on runs on the Prince's "forty"--one day to Scarborough, the next over the Cleveland Hills to Guisborough, to Helmsley on to the ruins of Rievaulx, and to other places. One afternoon the Parson made an excuse to remain at home, and the widow took the Prince in to York in her own Mercedes. Arrived there, they took tea in the coffee-room of the Station Hotel, then, calling at a solicitor's office in Coney Street, appended their joint names to a document which, at the widow's instigation, had already been prepared. A quarter of an hour later they pulled up before the West Riding Bank in Stonegate, and though the offices were already closed, a clerk on duty handed to the widow a box about eighteen inches square, tied with string, and sealed with four imposing red seals. For this she scribbled her name to a receipt, and placing it in the car between them, drove back by way of Malton, Pickering, and Levisham. "This is the first time I've had my tiara out, my dear Albert, since the burglars tried to get in," she remarked when they had gone some distance, and the Mercedes was tearing along that level open stretch towards Malton. "Well, of course, be careful," answered her companion. Then after a pause he lowered his voice so the chauffeur could not overhear, and said: "I wonder, Gertrude, if you'll permit me to make a remark--without any offence?" "Why, certainly. What is it?" "Well, to tell the truth, I don't half like the look of that foreign servant of yours. He's not straight. I'm sure of it by the look in his eyes." "How curious! Do you know that the same thought has occurred to me these last few days," she said. "And yet he's such a trusty servant. He's been with me nearly two years." "Don't trust him further, Gertrude, that's my advice," said his Highness pointedly. "I'm suspicious of the fellow--distinctly suspicious. Do you know much of him?" "Nothing, except that he's a most exemplary servant." "Where was he before he entered your service?" "With Lady Llangoven, in Hertford Street. She gave him a most excellent character." "Well, take my warning," he said. "I'm sure there's something underhand about him." "You quite alarm me," declared the widow. "Especially as I have these," and she indicated the sealed parcel at her side. "Oh, don't be alarmed. While I'm at Milnthorpe I'll keep my eyes upon the fellow, never fear. I suppose you have a safe in which to keep your jewels?" "Yes. But some of the plate is kept there, and he often has the key." His Highness grunted suspiciously, thereby increasing the widow's alarm.