He bowed low. It was as well that she could not see his face.
“Countess,” he said, “you will excuse my familiarity, but there was a matter—an urgent matter—which I had yet to mention to you. There is a man who must die unless he leaves Theos in four-and-twenty hours. I have heard him called your friend—else he were a dead man at this moment.”
She looked at him doubtfully.
“You do not mean the King?”
“No! I mean Walter Brand, the English journalist.”
She started. Domiloff watched her keenly.
“What has he done?” she asked.
“What has he not done. You remember his first appearance here?”
She laughed softly.
“I remember it very well,” she answered. “He was bold enough to befool the wily Baron Domiloff—to play with him and beat him at his own game. Yes, his first coming I remember very well indeed.”