“You seem to be on the spree,” said Martin, with a laugh in his voice, and none in his eyes.
“We are,” answered Deulin.
“Come,” said Martin, turning to send away the carriage. “Come—your shortest way is through our place now. My father and Wanda are out at a ball, or something, so I am afraid you will not see them.”
“Do it,” whispered Deulin's voice from behind.
And Cartoner followed Martin up the narrow passage that led to the garden of the Bukaty Palace.
XXI
A CLEAR UNDERSTANDING
Martin led the way without speaking. He opened the door with a key, and passed through first. The garden was dark; for the trees in it had grown to a great height, and, protected as they were from the wild winds that sweep across the central plain of Europe, they had not shed their leaves.
A few lights twinkled through the branches from the direction of the house, and the shape of the large conservatory was dimly outlined, as though there were blinds within, partially covering the glass.