Even I didn't worry much. From the moment she and Peter retired into my boudoir to "talk things over," and Jack and I sat supplying details out of our imagination, I knew that whatever happened all would be well. For that I trusted Peter. If Ed Caspian had fallen from his high estate through no fault of his own, and could have posed as a martyr, Pat might have thought it her duty to be loyal. Even so she could never have said, "I will," when invited to take him for better or worse. As it was, Caspian could pose as nothing but a _pig_! He had given himself away, all along the line. And he was not to go pathetically out into the world alone as a pauper. He would have more money than he'd ever dreamed of until after the _Lusitania_ tragedy. He would at worst be able to fight with Senator Collinge over the hand (and purse) of his dear old friend Mrs. Shuster, if Larry escaped her! The only difficulties I foresaw concerned the pawned engagement ring and Larry's debts to Lily. As to these I boldly decided that if worst came to worst I would betray my trust and tell Peter everything. You will see, however, that my conscience was saved, and by Caspian. Pat, of course, was petrified at seeing Peter Storm turn into Pietro Stanislaws. She listened dumbly to Peter's indictment of Caspian; and then, before she found time or words to speak, the little wretch turned to snap at her like a trapped jackal. "You'll throw me over now!" he sneered. "That goes without telling. Rats desert a sinking ship. But--_what do you mean to do about my ring_? Maybe you thought I didn't know. Ask Mrs. Shuster! Angele told her. I guess Mrs. Shuster's money and my ring have gone the same way!" That was too much for Larry. "You'd better go after your d--d ring, then!" said he, looking like a handsome, angry schoolboy. "I can give you the pawn-ticket; and I bet Peter Storm--or Stanislaws--will lend the money to redeem the beastly thing. As for Mrs. Shuster, we won't bring her name into this. She and I will settle our affairs, official and unofficial, although you seem to be so deep in her confidence. I say, Captain Winston, do you mind my telling Caspian that the nearest way to the pawnbroker's is through your front door, and the quicker he finds it the better?" "I don't mind in the least your telling him that," Jack replied pleasantly. "And I should _love_ you to!" I added breathlessly. This brought Pat to me. "Oh, _Molly_!" she said. "Oh, _Patsey_!" said I. Then Peter came to us. "Oh, _Peter_!" said we both. Somehow, I found that in his right hand was a hand of mine, and in his left (nearest the heart) was one of Patty's. "It's all right," he said. "It ends by _my_ getting the treasure of Kidd's Pines." "Well, I do think you've earned it!" I exclaimed. "If it were mine to give I'd give it with my blessing." "I owe it largely to you--you and your Lightning Conductor." It was to me Peter spoke; but he looked at Pat, "I don't know what I should have done without you."