“My husband,” the Duchesse continued, “was an officer in charge of the Mines and Ordnance Department. He went out that night in a small boat, after a visit to the strong house. No soul has ever seen or heard of him since, or his boat. It is only I who know!”
Her voice died away. Sirdeller stretched out his hand and very deliberately drank a tablespoonful or two of his milk.
“I believe the lady’s story,” he declared. “The Marsine affair is finished. Let no one be admitted to have speech with me again upon this subject.”
He had half turned towards his secretary. The young man bowed. The doctor pointed towards the door. The Duchesse, Peter and Sogrange filed slowly out. In the bright sunlight the Duchesse burst into a peal of hysterical laughter. Even Peter felt, for a moment, unnerved. Suddenly he, too, laughed.
“I think,” he said, “that you and I had better get out of the way, Sogrange, when the Count von Hern meets us at New York!”
CHAPTER X. THE AFFAIR or AN ALIEN SOCIETY
Sogrange and Peter, Baron de Grost, standing upon the threshold of their hotel, gazed out upon New York and liked the look of it. They had landed from the steamer a few hours before, had already enjoyed the luxury of a bath, a visit to an American barber’s, and a genuine cocktail.
“I see no reason,” Sogrange declared, “why we should not take a week’s holiday.”
Peter, glancing up into the blue sky and down into the faces of the well-dressed and beautiful women who were streaming up Fifth Avenue, was wholly of the same mind.