"
"I answered that," said I. "And now let me tell you that you may go on
asking questions till the crack of doom, but no answer will I give you
till you have told me why I am here, I, who do not know you or what
your business is, or what I am supposed to have done."
He began to look doubtful. He thumped the table with the butt of the
pistol.
"Do you persist in affirming that your name is Winthrop?"
"These gardens are very fine. I could see them better," said I, "if
the window was larger."
"Perhaps," he cried impatiently, "you do not know where she is?"
"She?" I looked him over carefully. There was a perfectly sane light
in his eyes. "Am I crazy, or is it you? She? I know nothing about
any she!"
"Do you dare deny that you know of the whereabouts of her Serene
Highness the Princess Hildegarde, and that you did not come here with
the purpose to aid her to escape the will of his Majesty? And do you
mean--Oh, here, read this!" flinging me a cablegram.
The veil of mystery fell away from my eyes. I had been mistaken for
Hillars. Truly, things were growing interesting.
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