His Excellency gave a sudden start. "Atheson—Atheson." His voice was tense and he spoke slowly. "What was her father's name?"
It was what the priest had been waiting for, had expected all along. Forgotten for years—yes. But where was the diplomat who did not have the information somewhere in his files? His face saddened as he answered.
"Edgar Atheson."
"Etkar—"
But the priest raised his hand.
"Edgar Atheson—if you please."
The Minister bowed. "And you are the brother of—"
"Alice Murray," the priest interrupted quietly, with a touch of dignified hauteur.
His Excellency was silent, and his visitor continued.
"I must also suggest to Your Excellency that the fate of the young Italian officer is known to others beside myself. It would make unfortunate state complications if the occurrence should be made public. I wish Your Excellency good morning."