Griggs glanced at his companion's face, for the hypothesis struck him as being tenable.
'Unless it is some enemy of Countess Leven's,' he suggested. 'Her husband is really going to divorce her, as the article says.'
'I suppose she will defend herself,' said Logotheti.
'If she has a chance.'
'What do you mean?'
'Do you happen to know what sort of man the present Patriarch of
Constantinople is?'
Logotheti's jaw dropped, and he slackened his pace.
'What in the world—' he began, but did not finish the sentence.
'That's the second time to-day I've been asked about him.'
'That's very natural,' said Griggs calmly. 'You're one of the very few men in town who are likely to know him.'
'Of course I know him,' answered Logotheti, still mystified. 'He's my uncle.'