"_Au revoir_, Armand, dear, _au revoir_," she said almost caressingly;
"you will come back to me soon, I know."
Before I could frame an answer she was gone.
XIX
MY COUSIN, THE DUKE
For the next few weeks, matters went along without any particular
incident. The snarl, in which I was entangled, showed no signs of
unravelling, and my marriage to the Princess and the Royal succession
seemed farther away than ever.
The investigations, in the United States, had yielded nothing of any
utility. Indeed, they had been practically barren, for they had told
me little more than Courtney's cablegram.
Edwards, the witness named in the certificate, had not been located,
though New York had been scraped as with a fine-tooth comb; so, it was
safe to assume his existence was only on paper and in Alderman
McGuire's brain.
The movements of Madeline Spencer had been very difficult to trace, as
was entirely natural--for what hotel servant would remember, weeks
after, the doings of a woman guest, whose life had been at all regular.
All that could be ascertained, definitely, was that she had sailed from
New York ten days prior to her arrival at Dornlitz; and that she had
registered as Mrs.
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