He evidently possessed a fiendish temper, and moped about the castle with a constant frown upon his brow.
The correspondence of the Princess was in the utmost disorder.

There were hundreds upon hundreds of letters, and Miss Baxter set to work tabulating and arranging them.

Meanwhile the young newspaper woman kept her eyes open.

She wandered about the castle unmolested, poked into odd corners, talked with the servants, and, in fact, with everyone, but never did she come upon a clue which promised to lead to a solution of the diamond difficulty.

Once she penetrated into a turret room, and came unexpectedly upon the Prince, who was sitting on the window-ledge, looking absently out on the broad and smiling valley that lay for miles below the castle.