"I must."
Thusis, white with passion, confronted him:
"It is not you who are bound in honor to check and thwart us," she said unsteadily, "but your duped block-head of a master who exasperates me! Does he know from whom I take my orders?"
"Yes."
"I take them from the greatest, wisest, most fearless, most generous patriot in the world. I take my orders from Monsieur Venizelos!"
I started, but Smith said coolly: "Is that what you suppose, Thusis?"
"Suppose? What do you mean?" she demanded haughtily.
"I mean that you are mistaken if you and Clelia believe that your orders come from Monsieur Venizelos."
"From whom, then, do you imagine they come?" retorted Thusis.
"From Tino!"