‘You are from Monsieur ——?’ she whispered.
I drew myself up. Recognition flashed in her eyes.
‘You are Andrea!’
That word repaid me for everything. I went down on one knee, and pressed her offered fingers to my lips.
It was only by the light of the moon that we were able to see each other. Anna was moving towards the key of the electric lamps, but the Queen forbade her with a gesture.
‘Now, tell me, what is it?’
‘You must this very minute put on Anna’s dress, and leave the Palace with me. We shall go straight to the railway, where my agent has by this time chartered a special train.’
Draga drew back unconvinced.
‘The assassination is fixed for next Tuesday,’ she declared.
‘It is fixed for to-night.’