No. The King did not trust Luigi Ghelardi so implicitly as Ghelardi himself believed.
The pair, on their way along the corridor, passed an open door. The small room, which was that devoted to the Captain of the Royal Guard while on duty.
“Before we part, Signor Ghelardi, I would like to have a word with you,” Hubert said suddenly. “We cannot do better than speak together here in private.”
“Benissimo,” was the great spy’s reply, acceding most willingly.
Then when they were inside, and Waldron had closed the door, he turned, suddenly asking:
“I presume it is your intention to reveal to the King what you have just witnessed—eh?”
“It is my duty to do so, signore. I have been entrusted with Her Royal Highness’s welfare.”
“And by doing so you will once more cause His Majesty both pain and annoyance,” Waldron remarked.
“And if I were silent should I not be conniving at this impossible situation?”
Hubert Waldron looking at him with keen defiance said: