George already knew, she had
brought about a special meeting of the High Council at noon that
day.
"It was very little," said the American princess apologetically,
"but I did what I could."
"What about the meeting of the High Council?" asked St. George
eagerly; "didn't anything come of that?"
"Nothing," she answered, "they were like adamant. I thought of
offering to raise the Hereditary Treasure by incorporating the
island and selling the shares in America. Nobody could ever have
found what the shares stood for, but that happens every day. Half
the corporations must be capitalized chiefly in the Fourth
Dimension. That is all," she added wearily, "save that day after
to-morrow I am to be married."
"That," St. George explained, "is as you like. For if your father
is on the island we shall have found him by day after to-morrow, at
noon, if we have to shake all Yaque inside out, like a paper sack.
And if he isn't here, we simply needn't stop."
Olivia shook her head.
"You don't know the prince," she said.
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