A little suspiciously they relaxed their hold so that he could assume a more comfortable posture for conversation.
“Has your business,” he asked, in his characteristically fierce, eager manner, “anything to do with a mysterious window in the wall yonder?”
Galabin reflected a moment and then answered; “Yes; it has.”
D’Alquen’s eyes seemed to glitter through the darkness. “Ah!” he cried eagerly. “You know, then? There is——” He stopped abruptly. “But you are friends of the Count?” he said distrustfully.
“No, we are not,” Galabin replied. “You can speak quite freely to us.”
For a few moments there was silence as the two waited for D’Alquen to continue. At last he said: “You have heard, of course, of Prince Roel’s death?”
“Of his disappearance, certainly, and his rumoured death.”
“Yes, yes! You believe it?”
“That the Prince is dead? Hardly.”
“Why not?” D’Alquen demanded quickly.