“Bot vere is Bonker?” he asked, suddenly noticing the absence of his friend.
A moment later the Count entered and listened with the greatest interest to a second (and even more graphic) account of the adventure. More intimate particulars still were confided to him when they had retired to their own room, and he appeared as surprised and impressed as any wraith-seer could desire. As they parted for the night, the Baron started and sniffed at him.
“Vat a strange smell you have!” he exclaimed.
“Peat smoke, probably. This fire wouldn't draw.”
“Strange!” mused the Baron. “I did smell a leetle smell of zat before to-night.”
“Yes; one notices it all through the house with an east wind.”
This seemed to the Baron a complete explanation of the coincidence.
CHAPTER XIII
At the house in Belgrave Square at present tenanted by the Baron and Baroness von Blitzenberg, an event of considerable importance had occurred. This was nothing less than the arrival of the Countess of Grillyer upon a visit both of affection and state. So important was she, and so great the attachment of her daughter, that the preparations for her reception would have served for a reigning sovereign. But the Countess had an eye as quick and an appetite for respect as exacting as Queen Elizabeth, and she had no sooner embraced the Baroness and kissed her ceremoniously upon either cheek, than her glance appeared to seek something that she deemed should have been there also.