“I wonder you ever came back here, then.”
“I was some time there, in Soho. It was in London, I suppose, you met Count Ladislas Tuleski?”
“There and in other places. Has he been arrested to-night?”
“No. He would have been, but some one gave him notice that his house was to be raided; and of course he fled.” He laughed as though this were a joke.
“Strange how these official secrets get tapped?” I said.
“The Fraternity has friends in many quarters.”
“Has it?”
He laughed again, rather drily, this time, and answered with a shrewd glance. “Of course you don’t know. Any one calling at the Count’s house at such a time would not.”
What was he driving at? His manner suggested more than a mere desire to pump me. I made no reply, waiting for him to develop the thing.
“My name is Christian Burski. You may know it,” he said next.