“The Baroness von Ratten. You must have heard of her—she is the friend of Bernadine.”
The two men had been out to lunch at the Ritz with Violet and had walked across the Park home. Sogrange had been drawing on his gloves in the act of starting out for a call at the Embassy.
“Does your wife know this woman?” he asked. Peter shook his head.
“I think not,” he replied.
“Then she has come to see you,” Sogrange continued. “What does it mean, I wonder?”
Peter shrugged his shoulders.
“We shall know in a minute.”
There was a knock at the door and his servant entered, bearing a card.
“This lady would like to see you, sir, on important business,” he said.
“You can show her in here,” Peter directed.