That this girl should know so much about the Princess Mistchenka and about his own relations with her amazed Neeland. He did not pretend to account for it; he did not try; he sat silent, serious, and surprised, looking into the pretty and almost smiling face of a girl who apparently had been responsible for three separate attempts to kill him—perhaps even a fourth attempt; and who now sat beside him talking in a soft and agreeable voice about matters concerning which he had never dreamed she had heard.
For a few moments she sat silent, observing in his changing expression the effects of what she had said to him. Then, with a smile: 234
“Ask me whatever questions you desire to ask, Mr. Neeland. I shall do my best to answer them.”
“Very well,” he said bluntly; “how do you happen to know so much about me?”
“I know something about the friends of the Princess Mistchenka. I have to.”
“Did you know who I was there in the house at Brookhollow?”
“No.”
“When, then?”
“When you yourself told me your name, I recognised it.”
“I surprised you by interrupting you in Brookhollow?”