“You do not often read the papers, Prince,” she said. “Perhaps you have not seen that, after all, the police have discovered a clue to the Hamilton Fynes murder.”
The Prince looked down upon her for a moment without reply.
“Yes?” he murmured softly.
She understood that she was to go on—that he was anxious for her to go on.
“Some little doctor in a village near Willington, where the line passes, has come forward with a story about attending to a wounded man on the night of the murder,” she said.
He was very silent. It seemed to her that there was something strange about the immovability of his features. She looked at him wonderingly. Then it suddenly flashed upon her that this was his way of showing emotion. Her lips parted. The color seemed drawn from her cheeks. The majordomo of the Duchess stood before them with a bow.
“Her Grace desires me to show your Highness to your seats,” he announced.
Prince Maiyo turned to his companion.
“Will you allow me to precede you through the crush?” he said. “We are to go this way.”