"Naturally. I suppose I might attribute all my misfortunes to the roses of Konopisht," he said.
She glanced up at him quickly and a little scornfully, but she swallowed nervously and her toe accelerated its tapping upon the rug.
"I beg that you will come to the point of your visit," she said quickly.
"I will," he went on easily. "The possession of State secrets has given me an interest in Austrian affairs which has created a pardonable curiosity. Fortune has favored my investigations and I have learned much here in Vienna. I have learned more in Belgrade—and in Sarajevo."
She glanced up quickly.
"Sarajevo! Why?"
"You will remember that the Archduke spoke of going there to see the maneuvers of his troops on the twenty-eighth of this month."
"Yes." Her eyes stared at him widely now. "But what——?"
She paused uncertainly, expecting him to go on. Instead he waited a moment as though seeking his words carefully.
"The Archduke plans to take the Duchess of Hohenberg to Sarajevo with him. I came here to tell you that if she goes she will be in great danger——"