"Opened the tree?" The nervous fingers were stilled.
"Yes, Excellency. It must have been a door."
"Rather odd for America, I should say. Eh, Wratslav?"
The dapper man bowed. "As you say, Excellency, it is rather unusual in America."
"Proceed, Ivan." The Minister resumed his thrumming.
"When the lady closed the tree and was gone, the--ah--person--turned to go past me. My gun had the silencer on which Your Excellency--"
"You are forgetting again, Ivan." The half-closed eyes opened for an instant, and the steel was close underneath the velvet of the tone.
"Which Your Excellency has no doubt heard of."
"Oh, yes--Maxim's."
"My gun exploded--but noiselessly, Excellency, because of the silencer--just as the strange man jumped at me. The--ah--person fell, and I ran. The strange man followed and caught me. I fought, but he knew where to hit; and when I awoke I was alone with the--person--who had, most unfortunately, been killed when the gun went off. I came back and--" he glanced at the one who had been called Wratslav--"he came with me."
The Minister looked inquiringly toward the dapper man, who then took up the story.
"We thought it better to dispose of the--person, Excellency, and avoid--"
"Exactly. You did well. That will do, Ivan. You may return to your duties."
The man arose and went toward the door, but the Minister stopped him.
"One moment, Ivan. Do you think we could find the other?--the man who struck you?"
"I think his face, or hands, or arms, would be marked by the gun fire, Excellency."
"Thank you, Ivan."
The rough man bowed himself out. For a while the Minister sat silent, gazing contemplatively at the fingers which were moving more slowly now as though keeping pace with his thoughts. Finally he looked up.
"Did you find out if there were any strangers in town last night, Wratslav?"
"There were two, Excellency. One was our own detective, who knew not at all that I was on the work. The other was an Englishman--the same who visits the lady."
"H-m, h-mmmm." The tones were long drawn out, and again His Excellency was silent, considering what this new development might mean. The fingers ceased their thrumming and closed around a delicate ivory paper-knife which lay near by. When the Minister again spoke, he did so slowly, carefully, weighing each word.
"Have you seen him--the Englishman--since?"
"No, Excellency--"
"No?" The word came with cold emphasis.
"The hotel clerk, who is friendly--for a consideration--telephoned me that the Englishman was out at the time of the accident, and that his hand was burned slightly, and showed powder marks."
"So! He has said nothing to the authorities?"