“Then I understand that I have to inform His Serene Highness that you refuse to assist him further?”
“Tell him whatever you choose, madam,” I answered, rising and taking up my hat and cane. “I shall, in future, act according to my own inclinations.”
“And at your own risk!” she added, in a harsh voice, as, bowing stiffly before her, I turned towards the door.
“Yes, madam,” I answered; “I accept your challenge—at my own risk.”
Chapter Twenty Seven.
More Scheming.
The mellow summer twilight was fast deepening into night as I strode along Piccadilly towards the Circus, after leaving the grey-eyed woman who held the secret.
What she had revealed to me was startling, yet the one fact which caused me more apprehension than all others was the curious means by which she had discovered my whereabouts. If she had been enabled to do this, then the police would, no doubt, very soon find me and return me to my so-called “friends.”