"That is your first mistake, Count Gustav. You must keep your temper better than that, or it will betray you."
He affected to laugh; but there was no laughter in his eyes.
"Well, if Madame was only fooling me with her letter I suppose I may as well go again," he said lightly.
"You know that you have no thought of going. Why are you afraid to put the questions which are so close to your lips?"
I was getting my thrusts well home each time, and was goading him to anger, as well as starting his fears of me.
"Why was that letter written?"
"Because of what has happened here."
"What has happened?"
"Yes, that is one of the questions. I can tell you." I paused and added slowly: "The man you sent here came to do the work you planned."
He bit his lip hard, and his hands gripped the back of the chair behind which he stood. "You delight in mysteries, I know," he sneered.