"Her Highness knows everything," hazarded Sobieska. "From Johann," he added deliberately.
There was a start, if you call the slightest flicker of the eyelids such—to show that the shot had told; then Josef, calm as before, inquired,
"Then of what interest can these scraps of paper be?"
"Be careful, Josef," interrupted Carter, whose anger had not yet been appeased, "that you do not pick up something deadly—in the courtyard of the inn, something like a revolver bullet."
The fellow bowed mockingly to the last speaker, then turning to Sobieska said, "May I go, Excellency?" Sobieska nodded assent.
"Wait," said Carter, and Josef paused.
"You say you found these papers—in the courtyard of the inn," said Carter endeavoring to connect the man with the mishap to the auto, "any place near the carriage shed?"
The Servitor smiled and assumed a non-committal aloofness.
"Why," he asked as, turning, he left the room.
Following a short talk with the Minister of Private Intelligence, Carter took his departure, and, as he rode thoughtfully back to the inn, he was startled to see a distraught Carrick arise from a stone by the highway.