“There are no instructions?”
“None,” answered the prince. “Except the usual one—patience!”
“Ah yes,” replied Kosmaroff, “we shall be patient.”
He did not seem to think that it might be easier to be patient in this comfortable house than on the sand-hills of the Vistula in the coming winter months.
“But be careful,” he added, addressing Martin more particularly, “of this man Cartoner. He will not betray, but he will know—you understand. And no one must know!”
He shook hands with Martin and Wanda and then with the prince.
“You met him in London, you say?” he said to the prince. “What did you think of him?”
“I thought him—a quiet man.”
“And Wanda?” continued Kosmaroff, lightly, turning to her—“she who sees so much. What did she think of him?”
“I was afraid of him!”