“There will be,” said Gorman, “if he’s come here with any kind of message from the Emperor.”
“Daisy,” said Donovan, “is liable to speak out at times. And that girl of hers is handy in the use of weapons. I don’t want to have to officiate at the funeral of a German naval officer.”
“It might very well come to that,” said Gorman.
He was thinking at the moment of the Emperor’s suggestion that Miss Donovan should be married out of hand to King Konrad Karl. It seemed to him likely that there would be very serious trouble if the German officer made that proposal, especially if he made it with the manner of a man who is conferring a favour.
“You see,” he went on, “that Emperor—silly old fool he is—has got it into his head——”
Donovan lay back and closed his eyes.
“My heart isn’t up to the strain,” he said. “I’d rather leave the affair in your hands.”
“All right,” said Gorman. “I’ll see it through.”
“Thank you. It’s asking a good deal, I know.”