"Very well," she said; "you shall be obeyed."
"And I will keep my compact," said the Count.
He left her without another word, and no sign of friendship passed between them.
When he reached the street, however, there was a look of doubt in his eyes. He might have been afraid, for there was a kind of baffled rage on his face.
He stopped a passing taxi, and drove straight to his hotel.
"Is he here?" he asked his valet as he entered his own room.
"He is waiting, my lord."
A minute later the little man who had visited him on the day after Dick Faversham's return to Parliament appeared.
"What report, Polonius?" asked Romanoff.
"Nothing of great importance, I am afraid, my lord, but something."