"Hush!" he cried. "I have shown you these papers, and you know my instructions. Remember that your father must know nothing. Nobody must suspect, or you will find yourself in equal peril with your brother."
"You—you are cruel!" sobbed the girl. "Horribly cruel!"
"No, no," he said cheerfully. "Don't cry, please. Think it all over, Miss King, and meet me in London on Thursday night."
After listening to the appointment I discreetly withdrew into the corridor on pretence of summoning a waiter, and when I returned the pretty English girl was taking leave of "Mr. Richter."
Her blue eyes betrayed traces of emotion, and she was, I saw, very pale, her bearing quite unlike her attitude when she had entered there.
"Well, good-bye, Miss King," said His Highness, grasping her hand. "It was really awfully good of you to call. We shall meet again very soon—eh? Good-bye."
Then, turning to me, he asked me to conduct her out.
I walked by her side along the corridor and down the stairs, but as we went along she suddenly turned to me, remarking:
"I wonder if all men are alike?"
"Alike, why?" I asked, surprised.