“He has gone back to France, I think.”
Courtney sent a quick, inquiring look at Armand, which the latter missed, having turned toward Lady Helen.
“Oh, I remember,” he replied; “there was a stray line about him in the paper—grief and so forth. At the time, I inferred he had been banished by the police, for some reason.”
“We can have him back,” she interjected.
The Archduke looked around. “Adolph is dead,” he said. “His body was found behind the hedge under the King’s library windows three days after Frederick’s demise.”
“But his return to France?” Dehra exclaimed.
“A fiction of your police, doubtless,” said Courtney dryly; “they are very clever.... He was—killed, of course?”
“In the Park, the night the King died; a dagger wound in the heart,” the Archduke explained.
“Do you know that to be the fact; or is it the police theory?”
“I don’t know anything—indeed, it was only yesterday I learned of it and sent for the papers in the case.”