“Need you ask?” he returned, with very brief hesitancy.
“Not Leo?” the Grand Duke demanded, hoarsely.
O’Hagan smiled and inclined his head.
The Siresian nobleman struck his huge fist into the palm of his hand, furiously. He was a truly formidable man.
“Curse him ten thousand times!” he shouted, wildly. “How has he found out that I have them?”
“I fear you have been indiscreet, Duke,” murmured O’Hagan.
“Indiscreet!” roared the Grand Duke. “Not a living soul can have seen me meet Casimir! Ah, but——”
He broke off, evidently struck by a new idea.
“Was he followed?” he demanded.
“I fear so!” gravely answered my friend.