“I should find it easier to believe you if I had not myself sent the address to him this morning at a time which made it impossible for him to have communicated it to you.”
“He has a hundred secret sources of information. He must have known this long before.”
“Why?”
He spread out his hand. “How otherwise could he have sent it to me?”
“If he did send it,” I retorted drily.
He stopped abruptly as though an idea had just occurred to him. “Wait. Wait. How did you send it to him?”
“By my servant, Felsen.”
“Then that is it,” he cried. “I suspected that fellow. It was he who told me the address, declaring the chief had sent the message by him. He is a traitor, that servant of yours. The scoundrel.” He was quite hot in his indignation.
“But you said he was suspect,” I reminded him.
“I wished to warn you. I told you he talked. I wish I had spoken more plainly. But you are so quick, I thought you would understand.”