“His wife wished it.”
“Did she know where he was?”
“Apparently. She followed him to Glottenberg. She arrived there yesterday.”
“Now I see—now I understand! I had to deal with a traitor.”
“You must bestow trust, if you desire not to be deceived, madame. You dared to use me as a go-between.”
“You had had practice in the trade.”
The princess had a turn for repartee. I could not have set her right without quite an argument. I evaded the point.
“And yet Your Royal Highness thought me a clumsy animal!”
“Oh,” she said, with a slight laugh, “it’s wounded amour propre, is it? Come, Mr. Jason, I apologize. You are all that is brilliant and delightful—and English.”
“Your Royal Highness is too good.”