"That I don't know."
She quietly selected another cigarette, lighted it, and looked with a serene smile at her visitor. Giles was annoyed. "We don't seem to be getting on with our business, Princess," he said roughly.
"What is our business?" she demanded, looking at him through half-closed eyes. Her scrutiny made Giles uncomfortable, and he shifted his seat as he answered.
"Mrs. Cairns said you could tell me about Anne."
"So I can. What do you want to know, Mr. Ware?"
"Who is she? Who was her father? Is he dead or alive? What do you know about the Scarlet Cross, and——" He stopped, for the Princess had opened her eyes to their fullest extent.
"The Scarlet Cross. You know about that also?" she asked.
"Of course I do. There was an anonymous letter——"
"I have seen the letter, or at least a copy."
"Indeed," said Ware, much astonished, "and an enamelled cross——"