They had been forestalled.
Chapter Twelve.
Conclusion.
A week later.
The soft summer afterglow flooded the pretty pale-blue upholstered sitting-room in the new Palast Hotel, overlooking the Alster at Hamburg, wherein the Prince, the Parson, and the pale-faced Englishman, Mason, were seated together at their ease.
The Prince had already been there two days, but Clayton was staying over at the Hamburgerhof, while Mason, who had arrived via Copenhagen only a couple of hours before, had taken up his quarters at the Kronprinzen, a smaller establishment in the Jungfernstieg.
The trio had been chatting, and wondering. Mason had just shown them a telegram, which apparently caused them some apprehension.
Suddenly, however, a waiter entered with a card for Herr Stoltenberg, as the Prince was there known.