"The plan worked to a charm. When Hager, my father’s chief of police, arrived, he was completely taken in. He kept on your trail day and night, and my purpose was accomplished. We had taken rooms in what I considered the most out-of-the-way locality in New York. When I went out it was always after dark and wearing a semidisguise. In spite of every care, however, fate seemed to be against me, and caused Hager to choose this very house for the culmination of his little drama. My rooms are just back of this. Through the door I heard all that passed; and, when I found that my uncle was expected, I realized that the better way would be to end everything at once and be free from further persecution. I can only close, Mr. Lawrence, by offering my most sincere apologies for the annoyance to which you have been subjected." "There is not the slightest need of that, your highness," Barry returned hastily. "I am more grateful to you than I can say, for without your aid I should probably have missed—the greatest happiness of my life." "You are good to say that," the prince said simply. "I am very happy." "Aren’t you forgetting something?" Lawrence asked as they arose. The crown prince looked slightly puzzled. "I’m afraid I do not understand." "This," explained Lawrence, drawing the emerald ring from his finger and holding it out. "It belongs to you, you know." "Not at all. That is yours. It is part of the bargain, and I am sure you have earned it." "But it’s worth a king’s ransom," Barry protested. "I really can’t take it. You have given me more than enough without that. Besides, it is much too rare a jewel for me to be wearing." The prince darted a mischievous glance at Shirley Rives. "Perhaps there is some one else who might be willing to relieve you of its care," he murmured, his fine eyes twinkling. There was no mistaking his meaning, and the girl dropped her lids, while a rush of color crimsoned her lovely face. The next instant, however, she lifted them again and looked bravely into Barry’s questioning eyes. "Perhaps—some day," she murmured. THE END. "Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Athletic Team" will be the title of the next volume of THE NEW MEDAL LIBRARY, No. 816. Burt L. Standish, in the forthcoming story, has given our readers a most delightful and entertaining account of the activities of "Chip" and his friends. * * * * * * * * *Keys to Knowledge* We have a line of the best and cleanest hand books ever published. They are known as DIAMOND HAND BOOKS. Each one was written by a man or woman thoroughly conversant with the subject he or she treated. The facts are presented in an especially attractive manner so that every one who can read, can understand. *HERE ARE THE TITLES* _PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH_