"Who are you?" she whispered tensely.
"My name is Theodore Sprouse. I have been loaned to your embassy by my own government."
"How did you learn that I was here?"
"I beg of you do not ask questions now. Tell me where the Prince sleeps, how I may get to his room—"
"You know that he is the Prince?"
"For a certainty. And that you are his cousin."
She laid her hand upon his arm. "And you know that he plans evil to—to his people? That he is in sympathy with the—with the country that has despoiled us?"
"Yes."
She was silent for a moment. "Not only is it impossible for you to enter his room but it is equally impossible for you to get out of this one except by the way you entered. If I thought there was the slightest chance for you to—"
"Let me be the judge of that, Countess. Where is his room?"