She hesitated. Her cheeks were flushed. She drew herself up proudly.
“You are well served, Baron,” she said. “Your spies, it seems, can penetrate even within the walls of the Reist house. Yet the matter is no secret. I have drunk with Ughtred of Tyrnaus from the King’s cup.”
He inclined his head slowly.
“Yes,” he said, “I was sure of it. Yet you have done well to tell me. Now I will tell you this. Ughtred of Tyrnaus before he had been King an hour sent to London to summon here an American woman with whom he had been—on the best terms in London.”
She was thoughtful for a moment.
“You are sure of this?”
“I am sure of it,” he answered.
“Is she of noble birth?”
Domiloff, who had been in New York, smiled faintly.