“One of the heads of the League, a man named Selinski, who called himself Cassavetti, was murdered in London a week ago.”
That startled him, I saw, though he controlled himself almost instantly.
“Are you sure of that?”
“I found him,” I answered, and thereupon gave him the bare facts.
“And the English police, they have the matter in hand? Whom do they suspect?” he demanded.
“I cannot tell you, though they say they have a clue.”
He paced to the window and stood there for a minute or more with his back towards me. Then he returned and looked down at me.
“I wonder why you have told me this, Mr. Wynn,” he said slowly. “And how you came to connect me with these affairs.”
“I was told that your Highness was also in danger, and I wished to warn you.”