"Have I? Perhaps I have; but I wanted your opinion."
"The difficulty is to find the woman."
"In two minutes she will be here. Go into the next room and watch, and listen. After she has gone, you shall tell me what you think of her."
A minute later the door opened, and Olga Petrovic entered the room.
CHAPTER XXIX
In Quest of a Soul
"Good evening, Countess. Thank you for coming so promptly. Be seated, won't you?"
Olga Petrovic looked at the Count eagerly, and accepted the chair he indicated. She looked older than when she left Dick Faversham after the interview I have described, and there were indications on her face that she had suffered anxious thoughts, and perhaps keen disappointment. But she was a strikingly beautiful woman still. Tall, magnificently proportioned; and almost regal in her carriage. She was fast approaching thirty, but to a casual observer she appeared only two- or three-and-twenty. She had the air of a grand lady, too, proud and haughty, but a woman still. A woman in a million, somewhat captivating, seductive; a woman to turn the head of any ordinary man, and make him her slave. One felt instinctively that she could play on a man's heart and senses as a skilful musician plays on an instrument.