"Disappeared!" gasped the old lady, instantly pale and agitated.
"Yes," I said, looking her straight in the face.
"Do you know whether he had a visitor to-day—a young, dark-haired man?"
"He had, Countess. A man called, and saw him. At His Highness's request I left him alone with his visitor at the forester's house. The man's name was Karl Krahl."
"How did you know his name?" she asked, staring at me with an expression of distinct suspicion.
"Because—well, because I happen to have learnt it some time ago," I said. "And, further, on returning to the house we found this little bag in the room wherein I had left the Crown-Prince."
"Why!—a lady's bag!" she exclaimed as I held it out for inspection.
"Yes," I said in a somewhat hard tone. "Do you happen to recognize it?"
"Me? Why?" asked the old woman.
"Well, because I think it is your own property," I said with a sarcastic smile. "I have some recollection of having seen it in your hand!"