I found Dagara on the look-out for me, and the moment I asked for M. Volheno, he came out of an adjoining room.
“M. Volheno is not in, Mr. Donnington,” he said, for the benefit of the clerks round. “Can I be of any assistance?”
“I only wished to ask a simple question.”
“Will you come into my room?” and he led the way.
“Well? Have you any further information for me?” I asked as soon as he had closed the door carefully behind us.
“No, Mr. Donnington.”
“There is no change in the arrangements for His Majesty’s arrival to-night?”
“None whatever, but—but I want to speak to you. I can’t bear this any longer. I have decided to tell M. Volheno everything.”
If he did anything of the sort, of course there was an end to all my plans, and therefore to all my hopes of getting Miralda out of the trouble. But it would not do to let him see it.
“I think you are quite right.”