Nigel came over and sat on the arm of her chair.
"Tell me what happened to-night, Maggie."
"The little Chinese girl sent for me to go to her box," she explained. "She told me where in Prince Shan's house were hidden the papers which revealed the understanding between Immelan and himself. She gave me a key of the house and a key of the cabinet. We could both see the man whom I believed to be Prince Shan seated in his box. She assured me that he would be there for the next two hours. I went to the house in Curzon Street."
"Well?"
His monosyllable was sharp and incisive. His face was grey and anxious. She herself remained lifeless. All that there was of emotion between them seemed to have become vested in his searching eyes.
"I found what I believe to have been the papers. They were in the cabinet, just where she had told me. Then I turned around and found Prince Shan watching me. He had been there all the time."
"Go on, please."
"At first he said little, but I knew that he was very angry. I have never felt so ashamed in my life."
"You must tell me the rest, please."
She stirred uneasily in her chair.