The Holder of the Purse leaned back. With a satisfied air, Sutphen turned to him.
"That the club to which your nephew, Count Paul, belonged?" he asked.
"Yes," he said genially. "I am Paul Zulka's uncle," he explained to Carter.
"Did he ever mention a Calvert Carter as among his associates there?" queried a lenient Trusia.
The Holder of the Purse spread out two fat palms deprecatingly.
"How should I remember?" he said helplessly. "These English names are hard to bear in mind. Such things, ach! as I have had to remember in the last year." The burden was evidently appalling. "Yet," he added kindly, that he might do no injustice, "it might be so that he did."
"If Count Zulka were here"—began Carter confidently. He was interrupted by Her Grace of Schallberg who raised her hand for silence.