Voices on deck, hurrying feet, stilled the sentence.
"Thank you," Allard answered, and waited.
Marzio again, deftly removing plates, changing glasses. Then another entrance,—the blond Vasili who had accompanied Stanief that day.
"Well?" queried his chief.
"Your Royal Highness, Captain Delsar respectfully begs an interview."
"Why?"
"Your Royal Highness, a boat from shore has arrived and the officers request permission to search the yacht for an escaped prisoner."
"Is that the reason for the din they are creating?"
"Yes, your Royal Highness."
Stanief selected a cigarette and pushed the tray toward Allard.