“I don’t think there can be any doubt about it myself. What a thunderbolt! By the bye, where is your friend, Mr. Sabin?”
Wolfenden shook his head.
“I do not know; I came to London partially to see him. I have an account to settle when we do meet; at present he has disappeared. Densham!”
“Well!”
“If Miss Sabin has become the Princess Helène of Bourbon, who is Mr. Sabin?”
“I am not sure,” Densham answered, “I have been looking into the genealogy of the family, and if he is really her uncle, there is only one man whom he can be—the Duke de Souspennier!”
“Souspennier! Wasn’t he banished from France for something or other—intriguing for the restoration of the Monarchy, I think it was?”
Densham nodded.
“Yes, he disappeared at the time of the Commune, and since then he is supposed to have been in Asia somewhere. He has quite a history, I believe, and at different times has been involved in several European complications. I shouldn’t be at all surprised if he isn’t our man. Mr. Sabin has rather the look of a man who has travelled in the East, and he is certainly an aristocrat.”
Wolfenden was suddenly thoughtful.