“He is the right age. He is a big fellow and has quite an air. He seems to be without occupation.”
“Clearly so,” remarked Durand ironically. “But he has evidently been watching us. Quite possibly the lamented Stroebel employed him. He may have seen Stroebel here—”
Chauvenet again struck the table smartly.
“Of course he would see Stroebel! Stroebel was the Archduke’s friend; Stroebel and this fellow between them—”
“Stroebel is dead. The Archduke is dead; there can be no manner of doubt of that,” said Durand; but doubt was in his tone and in his eyes.
“Nothing is certain; it would be like Karl to turn up again with a son to back his claims. They may both be living. This Armitage is not the ordinary pig of a secret agent. We must find him.”
“And quickly. There must be—”
“—another death added to our little list before we are quite masters of the situation in Vienna.”
They gave Zmai orders to remain on guard at the house and went hurriedly out together.