"Ah! for two days. And then?"
"Then you go home; you have been visiting your American friends, or any other friends out of London."
"Yes; that is all very well," Mrs. Carey said quietly. "And he—the King?"
"He will return to America at once, leaving this house in two days, when all is quiet, to go on board the steam-yacht which brought him over."
Mrs. Carey said nothing more for nearly a minute.
"Where is that yacht now?" she asked at length.
"In London;" and the old banker dovetailed his fingers and stood with a smile as if ready for all questions.
"And for my services—my assistance in this game of yours—"
"Pardon me," interrupted Bugbee, sententiously, "it is not a game of mine. It is my plan to save the King from certain destruction."
"Well, whatever it is," said Mrs. Oswald Carey, impatiently, "for my part of it I shall have—what?"