"Who was that?" I asked sharply.
"Only my servant. What do you mean? And why do you come to me?" and von Felsen shut the door and stood before it.
Why the lie? Why had he been at such pains to let the man have a good sight of me? And how long had they been in the room before I knew of their presence?
CHAPTER VIII
TRAPPED
An instant's reflection convinced me that it would be prudent to accept von Felsen's statement and not to drop a hint that I had recognized the man who had stolen away so stealthily. If any trick were intended, I had better not let him think that I suspected it.
"I have come to talk to you seriously," I said in reply to his question.
"You do not suppose you are very welcome here?"
"It isn't intended to be exactly a friendly call."
"You had better come into my other room." He said this very curtly as he opened the door again and led me to a room across the hall. "Now what is it?"