Northover was delighted, and at the police-station the superintendent thanked his Highness for his kind promise of assistance. Mr Mason was ubiquitous, and the parson full of astonishment at the daring coup of the unknown thieves. Two bank directors came down from town in the afternoon, and after a discussion, a full report was telegraphed to New Scotland Yard. That same evening the Prince went up to London, accompanied by the keen-eyed Mr Mason, leaving the Parson still the guest of Mr Northover. The latter, however, would scarcely have continued to entertain him, had he known that, on arrival at King's Cross, his Highness and Mr Mason took a cab to a certain house in Hereford Road, Bayswater, where Charles and Garrett were eagerly awaiting him. In the room were two other men whom the Prince shook by the hand and warmly congratulated. Charles opened the door of the adjoining room, a poorly furnished bedroom, where stood a chest of drawers. One drawer after the other he opened. They were full of bags of golden sovereigns! "Those impressions you sent us, Prince, gave us a lot of trouble," declared the elder of the two men, with a pronounced American accent. "The keys were very difficult to make, and when you sent us word that the parson had tried them and they wouldn't act, we began to fear that it was no go. But we did the trick all right, after all, didn't we? Guess we spent a pretty miserable week in Stamford, but you seemed to be having quite a good time. Where's the Sky-pilot?" "He's remaining--convalescent, you know. And as for Bob Newman, he'll be compelled to carry on that confounded grocery business next door for at least a couple of months--before he fails, and shuts up." "Well," exclaimed the man Mason, whom everybody in Stamford--even the police themselves--believed to be a detective. "It was a close shave! You know, Prince, when you came out of the bank after dinner and I slipped in past you, I only just got into the shadow before that slip of a girl of Northover's ran down the stairs after you. I saw you give her a kiss in the darkness." "She deserved a kiss, the little dear," replied his Highness, "for without her we could never have brought off so complete a thing." "Ah! you always come in for the good things," Charles remarked. "Because I'm a prince," was his Highness's reply. The police are still looking for the Prince's valet, and his Highness has, of course, assisted them. Charles, however, got away to Copenhagen to a place of complete safety, and he being the only person suspected, it is very unlikely that the bank will ever see their money again-- neither is Nellie Northover ever likely to see her prince. CHAPTER THREE. THE MYSTERIOUS SIXTY.