list　of　prisoners　as　〃missing；〃　and　Corporal　Mallon　was　grieved；
  but　refused　to　consider　himself　responsible。　　Sir　Charles　himself
  had　allowed　the　vagrant　unusual　freedom；　and　the　vagrant　had
  taken　advantage　of　it；　and　probably　escaped　to　the　hills；　or　up
  the　river　to　the　logwood　camp。
  〃Telegraph　a　description　of　him　to　Inspector　Garrett；〃　Sir
  Charles　directed；　〃and　to　the　heads　of　all　up　stations。　　And　when
  he　returns；　bring　him　to　me。〃
  So　great　was　his　zeal　that　Sir　Charles　further　offered　to　join
  Mr。　Collier　in　his　search　among　the　outlying　plantations；　but　Mr。
  Collier　preferred　to　work　alone。　　He　accordingly　set　out　at　once；
  armed　with　letters　to　the　different　district　inspectors；　and　in
  his　absence　delegated　to　Sir　Charles　the　pleasant　duty　of　caring
  for　the　wants　of　Miss　Cameron　and　his　wife。　　Sir　Charles　regarded
  the　latter　as　deserving　of　all　sympathy；　for　Mr。　Collier；　in　his
  efforts　to　conceal　the　fact　from　the　Governor　that　Florence
  Cameron　was　responsible；　or　in　any　way　concerned；　in　the
  disappearance　of　the　missing　man；　had　been　too　mysterious。　　Sir
  Charles　was　convinced　that　the　fugitive　had　swindled　his　brother…
  in…law　and　stolen　his　sister's　jewels。
  The　days　which　followed　were　to　the　Governor　days　and　nights　of
  strange　discoveries。　　He　recognized　that　the　missionaries
  from　the　great　outside　world　had　invaded　his　shores　and　disturbed
  his　gods　and　temples。　　Their　religion　of　progress　and　activity
  filled　him　with　doubt　and　unrest。
  〃In　this　century；〃　Mr。　Collier　had　declared；　〃nothing　can　stand
  still。　　It's　the　same　with　a　corporation；　or　a　country；　or　a　man。
  We　must　either　march　ahead　or　fall　out。　　We　can't　mark　time。
  What？〃
  〃Exactlycertainly　not；〃　Sir　Charles　had　answered。　　But　in　his
  heart　he　knew　that　he　himself　had　been　marking　time　under　these
  soft　tropical　skies　while　the　world　was　pushing　forward。　　The
  thought　had　not　disturbed　him　before。　　Now　he　felt　guilty。　　He
  conceived　a　sudden　intolerance；　if　not　contempt；　for　the　little
  village　of　whitewashed　houses；　for　the　rafts　of　mahogany　and　of
  logwood　that　bumped　against　the　pier…heads；　for　the　sacks　of
  coffee　piled　high　like　barricades　under　the　corrugated　zinc　sheds
  along　the　wharf。　　Each　season　it　had　been　his　pride　to　note　the
  increase　in　these　exports。　　The　development　of　the　resources　of
  his　colony　had　been　a　work　in　which　he　had　felt　that　the
  Colonial　Secretary　took　an　immediate　interest。　　He　had　believed
  that　he　was　one　of　the　important　wheels　of　the　machinery　which
  moved　the　British　Empire：　and　now；　in　a　day；　he　was　undeceived。
  It　was　forced　upon　him　that　to　the　eyes　of　the　outside　world　he
  was　only　a　greengrocer　operating　on　a　large　scale；　he　provided
  the　British　public　with　coffee　for　its　breakfast；　with　drugs　for
  its　stomach；　and　with　strange　woods　for　its　dining…room　furniture
  and　walking…sticks。　　He　combated　this　ignominious
  characterization　of　his　position　indignantly。　　The　new　arrivals
  certainly　gave　him　no　hint　that　they　considered　him　so　lightly。
  This　thought　greatly　comforted　him；　for　he　felt　that　in　some　way
  he　was　summoning　to　his　aid　all　of　his　assets　and　resources　to
  meet　an　expert　and　final　valuation。　　As　he　ranged　them　before　him
  he　was　disturbed　and　happy　to　find　that　the　value　he　placed　upon
  them　was　the　value　they　would　have　in　the　eyes　of　a　young　girl
  not　a　girl　of　the　shy；　mother…obeying；　man…worshipping　English
  type；　but　a　girl　such　as　Miss　Cameron　seemed　to　be；　a　girl　who
  could　understand　what　you　were　trying　to　say　before　you　said
  it；　who　could　take　an　interest　in　rates　of　exchange　and　preside
  at　a　dinner　table；　who　was　charmingly　feminine　and　clever；　and
  who　was　respectful　of　herself　and　of　others。　　In　fact；　he
  decided；　with　a　flush；　that　Miss　Cameron　herself　was　the　young
  girl　he　had　in　his　mind。
  〃Why　not？〃　he　asked。
  The　question　came　to　him　in　his　room；　the　sixth　night　of　their
  visit；　and　he　strode　over　to　the　long　pier…glass　and　stood
  studying　himself　critically　for　the　first　time　in　years。　　He　was
  still　a　fine…looking；　well…kept　man。　　His　hair　was　thin；　but　that
  fact　did　not　show；　and　his　waist　was　lost；　but　riding　and　tennis
  would　set　that　right。　　He　had　means　outside　of　his　official
  salary；　and　there　was　the　title；　such　as　it　was。　　Lady　Greville
  the　wife　of　the　birthday　knight　sounded　as　well　as　Lady　Greville
  the　marchioness。　　And　Americans　cared　for　these　things。　　He
  doubted　whether　this　particular　American　would　do　so；　but　he　was
  adding　up　all　he　had　to　offer；　and　that　was　one　of　the　assets。
  He　was　sure　she　would　not　be　content　to　remain　mistress　of
  the　Windless　Isles。　　Nor；　indeed；　did　he　longer　care　to　be　master
  there；　now　that　he　had　inhaled　this　quick；　stirring　breath　from
  the　outer　world。　　He　would　resign；　and　return　and　mix　with　the
  world　again。　　He　would　enter　Parliament；　a　man　so　well　acquainted
  as　himself　with　the　Gold　Coast　of　Africa　and　with　the　trade　of
  the　West　Indies　must　always　be　of　value　in　the　Lower　House。　　This
  value　would　be　recognized；　no　doubt；　and　he　would　become　at　first
  an　Under…Secretary　for　the　Colonies；　and　then；　in　time；　Colonial
  Secretary　and　a　cabinet　minister。　　She　would　like　that；　he
  thought。　　And　after　that　place　had　been　reached；　all　things　were
  possible。　　For　years　he　had　not　dreamed　such　dreamsnot　since　he
  had　been　a　clerk　in　the　Foreign　Office。　　They　seemed　just　as
  possible　now　as　they　had　seemed　real　then；　and　just　as　near。　　He
  felt　it　was　all　absolutely　in　his　own　hands。
  He　descended　to　the　dining…room　with　the　air　of　a　man　who　already
  felt　the　cares　of　high　responsibility　upon　his　shoulders。　　His
  head　was　erect　and　his　chest　thrown　forward。　　He　was　ten
  years　younger；　his　manner　was　alert；　assured；　and　gracious。　　As
  he　passed　through　the　halls　he　was　impatient　of　the　familiar
  settings　of　Government　House；　they　seemed　to　him　like　the
  furnishings　of　a　hotel　where　he　had　paid　his　bill；　and　where　his
  luggage　was　lying　strapped　for　departure　in　the　hallway。
  In　his　library　he　saw　on　his　table　a　number　of　papers　lying　open
  waiting　for　his　signature；　the　dog…tax　among　the　others。　　He
  smiled　to　remember　how　important　it　had　seemed　to　him　in　the
  pastin　that　past　of　indolence　and　easy　content。　　Now　he　was　on
  fire　to　put　this　rekindled　ambition　to　work；　to　tell　the　woman
  who　had　lighted　it　that　it　was　all　from　her　and　for　her；　that
  without　her　he　had　existed；　that　now　he　had　begun　to　live。
  They　had　never　found　him　so　delighful｛sic｝　as　he　appeared　that
  night。　　He　was　like　a　man　on　the　eve　of　a　holiday。　　He　made　a
  jest　of　his　past　efforts；　he　made　them　see；　as　he　now　saw　it　for
  the　first　time；　that　side　of　the　life　of　the　Windless　Isles　which
  was　narrow　and　petty；　even　ridiculous。　　He　talked　of　big　men　in　a
  big　way；　he　criticised；　and　expounded；　and　advanced　his　own
  theories　of　government　and　the　proper　control　of　an　empire。
  Collier；　who　had　returned　from　his　unsuccessful　search　of　the
  plantations；　shook　his　head。
  〃It's　a　pity　you　are　not　in　London　now；〃　he　said；　sincerely。
  〃They　need　some　one　there　who　has　been　on　the　spot。　　They　can't
  direct　the　colonies　from　what　they　know　of　them　in　Whitehall。〃
  Sir　Charles　fingered　the　dinner　cloth　nervously；　and　when　he
  spoke；　fixed　his　eyes　anxiously　upon　Miss　Cameron。
  〃Do　you　know；〃　he　said；　〃I　have　been　thinking　of　doing　that　very
  thing；　of　resigning　my　post　here　and　going　back；　entering
  Parliament；　and　all　the　rest　of　it。〃
  His　declaration　met　with　a　unanimous　chorus　of　delight。　　Miss
  Cameron　nodded　her　head　with　eager　approval。
  〃Yes；　if　I　were　a　man；　that　is　where　I　should　wish　to　be；〃　she
  said；　〃at　the　heart　of　it。　　Why；　whatever　you　say　in　the　House　of
  Commons　is　heard　all　over　the　world　the　next　morning。〃
  Sir　Charles　felt　the　blood　tingle　in　his　pulses。　　He　had　not　been
  so　stirred　in　years。　　Her　words　ran　to　his　head　like　wine。
  Mr。　Collier　raised　his　glass。
  〃Here's　to　our　next　meeting；〃　he　said；　〃on　the　terrace　of　the
  House　of　Commons。〃
  But　Miss　Cameron　interrupted。　　〃No；　to　the　Colonial　Secretary；〃
  she　amended。
  〃Oh　yes；〃　they　assented；　rising；　and　so　drank　his　health；　smiling
  down　upon　him　with　kind；　friendly　glances　and　good…will。
  〃To　the　Colonial　Secretary；〃　they　said。　　Sir　Charles　clasped　the
  arms　of　his　chair　tightly　with　his　hands；　his　eyes　were　half
  closed；　and　his　lips　pressed　into　a　grim；　confident　smile。　　He
  felt　that　a　single　word　from　her　would　make　all　that　they
  suggested　possible。　　If　she　cared　for　such　things；　they　were
  hers；　he　had　them　to　give；　they　were　ready　lying　at　her　feet。　　He
  knew　that　the　power　had　always　been　with　him；　lying　dormant　in
  his　heart　and　brain。　　It　had　only　waited　for　the　touch　of　the
  Princess　to　wake　it　into　life。
  The　American　visitors　were　to　sail　for　the　mainland　the　next　day；
  but　he　had　come　to　know　them　so　well　in　the　brief　period　of
  their　visit　that　he　felt　he　dared　speak　to　her　that　same　night。
  At　least　he　could　give　her　some　word　that　would　keep　him　in　her
  mind　until　they　met　again　in　London；　or　until　she　had　considered
  her　answer。　　He　could　not　expect　her　to　answer　at　once。　　She
  could　take　much　time。　　What　else　had　he　to　do　now　but　to　wait　for
  her　answer？　　It　was　now　all　that　made　life。
  Collier　and　his　wife　ha