“And you know more about the little affair, Blythe, than you intend to tell me?”
“Bindo ordered me to say nothing,” was his reply. “You ought surely to know by this time that when he has a big thing on he never talks about it. That is, indeed, the secret of his success.”
“Yes, but in certain circumstances he ought to let me know what is intended, so that I may be forearmed against treachery.”
“Treachery!” he echoed. “What do you mean?”
“What I say. There are other people about here who know Mademoiselle.”
“Who?”
“‘The President,’ for one.”
“What!” he cried, starting up. “Do you mean to say that? Are you sure of it?”
“Quite. I saw them recognise each other in the Rooms the other afternoon. I afterwards met him alone, and he admitted that he knew her.”