The Chancellor’s first act on parting with Leopold was to telegraph Captain von Breitstein to meet the train by which he would return to Kronburg; therefore on arriving at the station he was not surprised to see Egon’s handsome face prominent among others less attractive, on the crowded platform.
“Well?” questioned the young man as the old man descended.
“I’m sorry to say it is very far from well. But between us, we shall, I hope, improve matters. You have kept yourself au courant with everything that has happened in the camp of the enemy?”
“Yes.”
“Is anything stirring?”
“Say ‘any one,’ and I can answer you more easily. Who do you think has arrived at the hotel?”
“The devil, probably, to complicate matters.”
“I’ve heard him called so; but a good-looking devil, and devilishly pleasant. I met him in his motor, in which he’d driven into town from his new toy, the hunting lodge in—”
“What! You mean the Prince—”