"What do you mean by that? What should I be doing with them?"
"Well, when these articles appear——"
"I send them packing, c'est entendu. I never go back on my word," Naniescu said, with a grandiose gesture.
"It would not pay you to do that in this case, my friend. Lady Tarkington has your written promise, and she would raise hell if you played her false. But I wasn't thinking of that. I only wished to warn you to keep an eye on those two young firebrands."
"Oh," Naniescu retorted, with a shrug, "once I have them out of the country they can do what they like. They no longer hurt me. Especially after the publication of those beautiful articles."
"That is so, but you are sending Count and Countess Imrey out of the country, aren't you?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, you paid Blakeney for the articles with the title deeds of Kis-Imre, didn't you?"
"How did you know that?"
"I didn't," Number Ten replied dryly. "I guessed, and you gave yourself away."