“Ulphilas declares that nobody has been at Stollborg but M. Goefle, his domestic, and this frightful looking fellow, whom I just now saw myself.”
“M. Goefle has a domestic, has he? That is our unknown in disguise.”
“It’s a child of ten years old.”
“Then I am quite at a loss.”
“Has your lordship received any information from this Italian?”
“No; he is either a liar or a lunatic. But in any event, I must discover the incognito fellow who insulted me. You say he smoked and talked with Major Larrson and his friends?”
“Yes, in the lower saloon.”
“Then those young men are hiding him; he is at the major’s bostoelle!”
“I will have it watched. The major is not the man to keep a secret, with that careless way of his. He came here this morning, and has not been home to-day. His lieutenant—”
“Is an ass! But these young people hate me.”