"I have been expecting to see or hear from you," said Tony in his friendliest manner. "I have all sorts of interesting things to talk to you about."
Congosta cast a rapid glance round the hall, as if to make certain that they were alone.
"Her Royal Highness?" he demanded quickly. "She is safe?"
"Safe as a church," replied Tony. "At least she was when I rang her up last night."
"But she is not with you. She has gone from where she was living?"
"That's right," said Tony reassuringly. "Da Freitas found out the address, so I thought a change of air would be beneficial. She is staying with some friends of mine in Chester Square. They are taking excellent care of her."
A look of relief flashed into the Livadian's face.
"It is well," he said, nodding his head. "I knew that we might trust you."
Tony pulled up a chair. "Sit down," he said, "and let's hear your side of the story. I have been dying to know what's going on behind the scenes."
Congosta glanced swiftly at the clock on the mantelpiece. "Many things have happened," he replied, "but there is not much time for telling them. In a few minutes I must leave you again."