“It was a lie, I suppose. She had come to suspect you, had she not?”
“Since Monsieur’s escape, I fear yes.”
“And have you ascertained——?”
“The Princess has left Petersburg by the midday train for——”
“For?” I broke in impatiently.
“For Berlin.”
I rang the bell. Breuil appeared.
“Have you got the tickets?” I asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“And my dress as a pilot of the Kiel Canal?”