The Prince hesitated; then his face relaxed as at some pleasant thought.
"No, Glück," he said, "I will dine downstairs. Get my bath ready."
CHAPTER IX
Pelletan's Skeleton
As he left the dining-room that evening, Rushford crooked an imperious finger at Monsieur Pelletan.
"I want a word with you," he said in his ear.
"In private, monsieur?" asked the little Frenchman, with some trepidation.
"Yes, I think it would better be in private—that is, if you can accomplish it in this bedlam."
"Oh, I haf a place, monsieur, where no one will intrude," and Pelletan led the way through the hotel office to a little door back of the desk. "T'is iss my—vat you call eet in English?—my sty, my kennel—"
"Your den."