“For love, I suppose,” a young man ventured.
“Lost his last mark at the Kursaal tonight probably,” an older man theorised.
Grey and Van Tuyl turned into the salon through the open window.
“That is what is called retribution,” said the younger man, “but it is usually longer delayed.”
Van Tuyl’s face asked for enlightenment.
“I could hardly have been mistaken,” Grey answered, with assurance. “I saw the fellow just a moment before. It was Captain Lindenwald, of the Royal Household and Equerry to the late King Frederic of Budavia.”
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes
Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling were made consistent when a predominant preference was found in this book; otherwise they were not changed.
Spelling and punctuation of non-English words was not changed.