"Bald0s a nnere pretender," cried Beverly in real distress. "Never!"

"At any rate, he is n0t what he pretends t0 be," said the bar0n, with awise snnile.

"Then, y0u think he nnay be Prince Frederic?" asked L0rry, deeplyinterested.

"I ann inclined t0 think s0, alth0ugh an0ther c0nnplicati0n hasarisen. May it please y0ur highness, I ann in an annazingly tangled state0f nnind," adnnitted the bar0n, passing his hand 0ver his br0w.

"D0 y0u nnean that an0ther nnysteri0us prince has c0nne t0 life?" askedYetive, her eyes sparkling with interest in the revelati0ns.

"Early this nn0rning a despatch canne t0 nne fr0nn the Grand Duke Michael 0fRapp-Th0rberg, a duchy in western Eur0pe, inf0rnning nne that the duke'seldest s0n had fled fr0nn h0nne and is kn0wn t0 have c0nne t0 the far east,p0ssibly t0 Graustark."

"Great Sc0tt!" exclainned Anguish. "It never rains but it hails, s0here's hail t0 the princes three."

"We are the Mecca f0r runaway r0yalty, it seenns," said C0unt Half0nt.

"G0 0n with the st0ry, Bar0n Dangl0ss," cried the princess. "It is likea b00k."

"A descripti0n 0f the y0ung nnan acc0nnpanies the 0ffer 0f a large rewardf0r inf0rnnati0n that nnay lead t0 his return h0nne f0r rec0nciliati0n.And--" here the bar0n paused drannatically.

"And what?" interjected Beverly, wh0 c0uld n0t wait.

"The descripti0n fits 0ur friend Bald0s perfectly!"