I bent and picked up
the cablegram and read:
"COUNT VON WALDEN: He has left London and is on his way to the capital.
Your idea to allow him to cross the frontier is a good one.
Undoubtedly he knows where the Princess is in hiding. In trapping him
you will ultimately trap her. Keep me informed."
The name signed was that of a well-known military attache at the
Embassy in London. I tossed back the cablegram.
"Well?" triumphantly.
"No, it is not well; it is all very bad, and particularly for you.
Your London informant is decidedly off the track. The man you are
looking for is in Vienna."
"I do not believe you! It is a trick."
"Yes, it is a trick, and I am taking it, and you have lost a point, to
say nothing of the time and labor and a black eye. If you had asked
all these questions yesterday I should have told you that Mr.
Hillars----"
"Yes, that's the name!" he interrupted.
"I should have told you that he is no longer the London representative
of my paper. It is true that the description of Hillars and myself
tallies somewhat, only my hair is dark, while his is light, what there
is left of it, and he is a handsomer man than I.
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