“Why did he do so?” he inquired quickly.
“Because he thought it might be urgent.”
“Did he open it?”
“No. Even if he had it was in cipher.”
“Is your man absolutely trustworthy?” he asked.
“He has been in the service of my family for fifteen years. He was my father’s valet at the Hague.”
“Is his name Juckes?” he inquired.
“Yes.”
“Ah! I know him. He is absolutely trustworthy; a most excellent man.”
The Earl’s manner surprised me. His face, usually calm, sphinx-like and expressionless, betrayed the most intense anxiety and suspicion. That my delay had caused him great annoyance was apparent, but the anxious expression upon his ashen, almost haggard face was such, that even in moments of extreme perplexity, when dealing with one or other of the many complex questions of foreign policy, it had never been so intense.