She gave a sudden scream, which made both the Comte and Susi look at her in astonishment.
“I have an idea!” she cried. “I have a wonderful idea!”
“What is it?” Susi asked.
“Wait a minute, I have to think it out,” Trina replied.
They waited patiently and after a moment she began,
“It came to me when the Comte said that the Marchioness would want to look like you, Mama. You will remember – or rather you will not, because you were not listening, what I told you about Comte Bernhard. Let me read it again.”
Trina picked up the book and read slowly from the ancient French with its strange spelling,
“Monsieur le Comte with his wizardry and powerful sense of magic could not only disappear himself without sound or trace but contrived by powers beyond mortal men to hide his weapons, his treas
