The secretary proceeded to business without delay.
"I have come on behalf of His Excellency," he said, "and to express his regrets."
"I scarcely expected regrets," answered the priest; "for at ten o'clock I was to have a definite answer."
"It is impossible, Reverend Sir, to give you that. His Excellency bade me offer full assurance that a definite answer will not long be delayed; but a somewhat unforeseen situation was found in Baltimore—a situation that was unforeseen by you, though rather expected by His Excellency."
"I cannot imagine," Father Murray spoke rather tartly, "what that situation could be."
"Let me explain then." The secretary talked as one sure of his ground. "I take it that neither Baron Griffin nor yourself, Reverend Sir, would be at all interested in the movements of the Grand Duchess?"
"Not particularly," answered the priest.
"Then I am sorry to say that the dead girl in Baltimore is surely your niece. The other—"
"At the Ministry—" Mark put in.
"Wherever she is," parried the secretary. "The other is the Grand Duchess."