“One moment,” he said, persuasively. “We are all three here together now, and the opportunity is too excellent to be lost. The Duke of Reist, the Countess, and I have something in common to say to you. You will spare us a few moments—and your best attention, my dear Mr. Brand.”
“By all means,” Brand answered. “‘Something in common’ to say to me sounds interesting. I am at your service.”
“It concerns the daily letters which you cable from here to London on behalf of the newspaper to which you are attached,” Domiloff said, slowly.
“Indeed,” Brand answered. “I am flattered that you should have troubled to read them.”
“From a literary point of view,” Domiloff admitted, “they are admirable. Politically I regret to say that we find them mischievous.”
Brand laughed scornfully.
“Perhaps you are not altogether an impartial judge,” he remarked. “Will you proceed, please?”
“Those letters, I am afraid, must be discontinued,” Domiloff said.
Brand stared at him.