“Princess Olga Valenko.”
“Olga!” he gasped.
His face overspread with ashy horror. But the next instant it cleared, and he gave a cry of relief.
“It’s all a mistake, Mr. Drexel! But for a moment, how you did frighten me!”
“It is not a mistake!”
“It is, and the proof of it is that my daughter is in this house, dangerously ill.”
“But should she not be in this house, what would that prove?”
“Not in this house?” He fell back a pace.
“Look in her room,” said Drexel.
The prince gazed a moment at Drexel’s pale face, then turned and fairly plunged away. “Keep the deception from the servants,” Drexel warned in a whisper as he went through the door.