“Then where is my brother?” she demanded. “Why is he not with you?”
He looked at her, puzzled.
“Forgive me,” he said. “I am rather stupid. What is your brother’s name, and who are you?”
Her eyes gleamed with suspicion. Was it not obvious who she was?
“I am the Countess Marie of Reist,” she said. “Will you answer me quickly?”
He divined the likeness at once.
“And do you live—in the wall?” he asked.
She frowned imperiously.
“If you indeed are Ughtred of Tyrnaus,” she said, “you should know that the Reist house adjoins the palace, and that this passage has been in existence since the days of King Rudolph. Tell me what you have done with my brother Nicholas, and how it happens that you have entered the city without him, and in company with Domiloff the wolf.”
He smiled. His optimism was justified. Something had turned up.