“Then you have no idea where I could find the Doctor?”
“Not the least. But—” and he paused, thinking for a moment.
“Well?”
“If I remember aright my wife told me that she had met his daughter Maud at dinner at the British Legation one night recently.”
“Then she’s here—in Belgrade!” Rolfe cried.
“I’m not quite certain. I did not pay much attention to what she told me. I was preoccupied with other things. But I will ask her, and let you know. Or you might ask the wife of the British Minister. You know her, of course?”
“Yes,” Rolfe answered, excitedly. “I will call upon her this afternoon. I’m sure I’m very much indebted to your Excellency for this information.”
And his spirits rose again at the thought that his sweet-faced well-beloved was safe and well, and that, in all probability, she was actually in that city.