He rose and gave me his hand.
“Good-night, M. Denver. You are a strong man,” he said.
“Good-night, Prince. We’ll talk about strength when the job’s finished. I’ll do my best, as I said.”
He paused by the door and turned.
“After all the whole thing is only tricking Boreski. I wish you’d let me do it my way.”
“It’s only a trick, of course; but the cards are on the table so far as the personation is concerned. I can’t give in to the rest.”
“As your Majesty pleases,” he returned with a slow smile as he left the room.