The man trembled.
“If they should know!”
“They will not, Emil. I will see to that.”
“The first I supplied to the order of the Prince.”
“Good! And the second?”
“To a lady whose name I do not know.”
Mr. Sabin raised his eyebrows.
“Is not that,” he remarked, “a little irregular?”
“The lady wrote her request before me in the yellow crayon. It was sufficient.”
“And you do not know her name, Emil?”