“Why?”
“Mr. Boronowski left his lodgings early this evening, and has gone—who knows where?”
Triona shrugged his shoulders. It was the uncomfortable way of conspirators all the world over. To himself he cursed it with heatedness, but to no avail.
“Why didn’t you bring the letter before?” he asked.
“I have had many messages to deliver to-night, sir,” said Klinski, “and I have not finished.”
The stunted, pallid man looked tired out, half-starved. Triona drew from his pocket a ten-shilling note. Klinski drew back a step.
“I thank you. But in the service of my country I can only accept payment from my Government.”
Triona regarded him in admiration.
“It must be a great country!”
“It is,” said Klinski, with a light in his eyes.