“And I,” the Duke of Reist said, with a sudden vehemence, “am for my country. Mr. Brand, you are answered. You have my permission to repeat the whole of our conversation to the King. Now as to yourself. You are a brave man, and I do not care to see harm come to such. Leave this house at once. Marie will show you an exit from this side. You are in danger from which even I am powerless to protect you.”
“I thank you,” Brand answered, taking up his hat. “Your friend Domiloff is, I suppose, still anxious as to my whereabouts. And in all probability—here he is.”
CHAPTER XLII
There was a sharp tap at the door. Marie and her brother exchanged quick glances. Brand stepped forward, but Marie waved him back.
“Who is there?” she called out.
“It is I, Baron Domiloff,” was the suave answer. “I regret very much to intrude, but I have urgent business with your friend Mr. Brand. Can I come in?”
She hesitated. After all, any attempt to keep him out must be futile.
“You can come in,” she answered.