"
"Did he know that you found them?" Mr. Blaine-Harvey asked.
"He was with me," Penelope answered. "He even, at my request,
opened the casket. He must have forgotten that they were there."
"Perhaps," the Ambassador said thoughtfully, "he never knew."
"One cannot tell," Penelope answered.
"Did he say anything when you discovered them?" the Ambassador
asked.
"Nothing," Penelope declared. "It was not necessary. I saw his
face. He knows that I understand. It may have been some one else
connected with the house, of course, but the main fact is beyond
all doubt. Those murders were instigated, if they were not
committed, by the Prince."
The Ambassador walked to the window and back again.
"Penelope," he said, "you have only confirmed what I felt must be
so, but even then the certainty of it is rather a shock."
She gave him her hand.
"I have told you the truth," she said. "Make what use of it you
will. There is one other thing, perhaps, which I ought to tell
you. The Prince is going back to his own country very shortly."
Mr. Harvey nodded.
"I have just been given to understand as much," he said. "At
present he is to be met with every day. I believe that he is even
now in my drawing rooms."
"Where I ought to be," Penelope said, turning toward the door,
"only I felt that I must see you first."
"I will not come with you," Mr. Harvey said. "There is no need
for our little conference to become the subject of comment.
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