He could have found it in his heart, as he looked blankly at the four walls, to doubt that he had been there at all the night before, so emphatically did the surroundings deny that they had ever harboured a title.

But on the floor at his feet lay a scrap of paper, twisted and torn.

He picked it up.

It was traced in indistinguishable characters, but it bore the Holland coat of arms and crown which the prince had shown them.

St.George put the paper in his pocket and questioned a group of boys in the passage.
"Yup," shouted one of the boys with that prodigality of intonation distinguishing the child of the streets, who makes every statement as if his word had just been contradicted out of hand, "he means de bloke wid de black block.