‘That is a point of which you should know more than me,’ she remarked drily.
‘Ah! Perhaps, perhaps,’ he said. ‘But, dear Miss Racksole, why are you so sure?’
‘There are several reasons, and they are connected with Mr Dimmock. Did you ever suspect, your Highness, that that poor young man was not entirely loyal to you?’
‘He was absolutely loyal,’ said the Prince, with all the earnestness of conviction.
‘A thousand pardons, but he was not.’
‘Miss Racksole, if any other than yourself made that assertion, I would—I would—’
‘Consign them to the deepest dungeon in Posen?’ she laughed, lightly.
‘Listen.’ And she told him of the incidents which had occurred in the night preceding his arrival in the hotel.
‘Do you mean, Miss Racksole, that there was an understanding between poor Dimmock and this fellow Jules?’
‘There was an understanding.’