"Are you satisfied now, Mr. Griffin?"
"As to identity, yes. Now, I will ask the questions. I have a right, haven't I, Saunders?"
Saunders nodded.
"Why did the Duchess run away?"
Saunders hesitated before he answered. "I hate to tell you that. Don't ask."
"But I do ask."
"Well, you may have a right to know. There was a man, that's why."
Mark wondered at his own self-control.
"Who was he?"
"An army officer, attached to the Italian embassy at her father's court. But, look here, Griffin, there was no scandal about it. She just fell in love with him, that's all. I was here watching for him. I thought, for a while, that you might be the man, though the descriptions did not tally. I was taking no chances. If I saw him, my business was to telegraph to a certain Ministry at Washington; that was all."