I
am not sure, but I believe that it was the Prince to whom I
entrusted the burying of it. By the bye, Lucille will be here
directly, I suppose. Is she to be told of Souspennier's arrival
in London?"
"I imagine," the Prince said, with knitted brows, "that it will not
be wise to keep it from her. It is impossible to conceal her
whereabouts, and the papers will very shortly acquaint her with his."
"And," Lady Carey asked, "how does the little affair progress?"
"Admirably," the Prince answered. "Already some of the Society
papers are beginning to chatter about the friendship existing
between a Cabinet Minister and a beautiful Hungarian lady of title,
etc., etc. The fact of it is that Brott is in deadly earnest. He
gives himself away every time. If Lucille has not lost old
cleverness she will be able to twist him presently around her little
finger."
"If only some one would twist him on the rack," the Duchess
murmured vindictively. "I tried to read one of his speeches the other
day. It was nothing more nor less than blasphemy. I do not think that I
am naturally a cruel woman, but I would hand such men over to the
public executioner with joy."
Lucille came in, as beautiful as ever, but with tired lines under
her full dark eyes. She sank into a low chair with listless grace.
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