"Well, to shorten a long story, that night he did actually kidnap the child, leaving a note to my friend in which he suggested a compromise. But there was no compromise with villainy in her make-up. The old King was much affected. Yet there were things in the air at that time, delicate situations of state, which demanded consideration. The kidnaping, if made public, would have produced a most disquieting effect in certain quarters. Our treaty with a powerful state had just been signed, based on the little princess' betrothal--you see? Therefore, her disappearance must be kept a secret for a while, so the police of the world were not notified. But that night ten men--a few of them loyal subjects and the others paid agents--left the capital. Thus a relentless search began, being carried to the ends of the world. A noted rogue, that fellow was--yet, strange to say, in earlier life a man of parts, an esthetic, an artist and musician of great ability; but _mon Dieu_, what a scoundrel!" "Where did they find the little princess?" Tommy asked, after a pause. "She was never found," he answered softly. "Word once came that she had died; again that she lived--but this I begin to doubt. So her mother reigns as regent, and in sorrow. Old Christopher had two daughters, the younger of whom----" but he stopped in confusion, his face turning very red. Later I remembered this. We fell into a silence, a mutual sympathy for the bereaved lady who had been so wronged. At last Tommy asked: "Do you cross your heart that Jack's dream was anything like the one she had?" "Dream?" Monsieur ran his fingers through his shock of hair. "Who can say? Was she dreaming, or did she see a vision? If a vision, why did it mislead by urging her into the very step that brought disaster? That scoundrel might never have considered kidnaping the child had the mother remained unsuspicious of his occupation! Yet visions are sent to warn against, not to court dangers. Again, some hold that he happened to be contemplating this step as a means of escape should discovery come, and so it was his thought transmitted to her." "For goodness sake talk sense," I cried. "What difference does it make whether they were dreams or nightmares, or how much the cousin was thinking! What we want to know is where does my dream come in!" He looked so hurt that I apologized by saying his fairy talk had sent me off my head. Small wonder, for when our guest attempted to explain a theory he proceeded on the assumption that we were as well versed in it as himself. Anyway, we smoothed him down and now, looking at us solemnly, he said: