Louis sank into a chair, deeply agitated. "I fear this man Von Ritz more deeply than Karyl."
"Naturally," was Jusseret's dry comment. "But Your Majesty will leave Von Ritz alone. I also, should like to see him disposed of—but leave him alone, or you will incur Europe's displeasure."
"What shall I do?" The question came in a note of plaintive helplessness.
The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders.
"If you ask my counsel, I should say send for one Martin. He has been of some service. He is a man of action. He is called the English Jackal. I should suggest—" He paused.
"Yes, yes—you would suggest what?" eagerly prompted the new King.
"Really, Your Majesty, you should act more promptly on hints. Diplomats cannot diagram their suggestions. I should suggest that the English Jackal also travel, with the understanding that if he should return to Galavia after the death of the late King and Queen—and that shortly—he may expect certain titles and recognition at Court, but if he returns before their death, he need expect nothing." Jusseret lighted a cigarette.
The Pretender sat silent, frightened, vacillating.
"And," went on Jusseret calmly, "there was one other suggestion which I shall make, if Your Majesty will permit me the liberty."
"What?"