“Monsieur,” said the princess, rising upon his entry, “I cannot imagine what you can want with me.”
“I’ll tell you privately.”
“Leave us, Marie,” said Zulima, after some hesitation.
Throwing an angry glance at Burt, the maid flounced out of the room.
“Madame,” said Burt, “you are acquainted with a gentleman named Henry Stolburst?”
“What has that to do with your visit here?” demanded Zulima.
“I am a detective officer.”
The princess did not understand what that meant, and Burt explained.
“Has Mr. Stolburst been here since yesterday afternoon?” he wound up by asking.
“No.”