"No. She has had no cook, nor other servant, for thirty-five years."
Fanny seemed smitten with uneasiness, and I went on:
"Well, as you did not learn what you stated from that imaginary cook, who then did you learn it from?"
"I do not remember the whole affair," she returned doggedly.
I made a beautiful gesture with my hand and turned to Mitzi.
"A short time before I went to England I found out what had so much upset your father. Your visit to Salzburg had been used for foul play; during your absence your father's score of Griseldis had been stolen."
"What?" cried both women.
"It is so," I continued. "Mr. Doblana suspects that it was stolen with Fräulein Mitzi's support. This, and the desire of the Archduke that no fuss should be made in which his name would necessarily be involved has prevented police inquiries. But I do not share Mr. Doblana's opinion. I thought and, of course, still think, that Fräulein Mitzi is absolutely innocent. I believed then that the Salzburg wire had been sent by the Comtesse Augusta...."
"Oh!" cried Mitzi.
"I believed so until yesterday. I apologize now; my suspicion was evidently erroneous. I also thought that for some unknown reason Mr. Giulay had stolen the score...."