"I am sorry, your highness, but I have no authority to accept such an offer. Indeed, my errand is far from being expensive. All the Black Hundred desires is four invitations to this ball which you are soon to give. That should mot cause you any alarm. We shall not interfere with your sojourn in America in any way whatsoever, provided these invitations are issued." "You would rob my guests?" horrified. "Positively no! Here is a list of four names. Invite them; that is all you have to do. Not so much as a silver spoon will be found missing. This is on my word of honor, and I never break that word, if you please." "Give me the list," said the princess wearily. "Who gave you that ring?" "The head." "In Russia?" "No; here in America." Olga dipped into her handbag and produced a slip of paper. This she handed to the princess. "Here is the list, highness." "Who is Florence Hargreave?" "A friend of mine," evasively. "Does she belong to the organization?" "No." "Then you have some ulterior purpose in having me invite her?" "I have," answered Olga sharply; "but that does not concern your highness in the least." The princess bit her lips. "I see your name here also; a man named Braine, and another, Norton." "Say at once that you do not care to execute the wishes--the commands--of the order," said Olga coldly. "I will do as you wish. And I beg you now to excuse me. But if anything happens to any of my personal friends--" "Well?" haughtily from Olga. "Well, I will put the matter in the hands of the police." "But so long as your personal friends are not concerned?" "I shall then of necessity remain deaf and blind. It is one of the penalties I must pay for my folly. I wish you good day." "And also good riddance," murmured Olga under her breath, as she arose and started for the hallway. Thus it was that when Norton went to the office the next afternoon he found a broad white envelope on his desk. Indifferently he opened the same and his eyes bulged. "Princess Parlova requests" and so forth and so on. Then he shrugged. The chief had probably asked for the invitation and he would have to write up the doings, a phase of reportorial work eminently distasteful to him. He went up to the city desk. "Can't you find some one else to do this stuff?" he growled to the city editor. The city editor glanced at the card and crested envelope. "Good lord, man! Nobody in this office had anything to do with that. What luck! Our Miss Hayes tried all manner of schemes, but was rebuffed on all sides. How the deuce did you chance to get one?" "Search me," said the bewildered Norton. "If I were you I'd sit tight and take it all in," advised the editor. "It's going to be the biggest splurge of its kind we've had in years. We've been working every wire we know to get Miss Hayes inside, but it was no go. This princess is not on to the game yet. In this country you get into society or you don't through the Sundays."