"Ask your question," said Wogan.
"To-night through that door in the garden wall which I guarded, there
went in yourself and a lady,--the King and a companion he had with
him,--four people. Out of that door there came yourself, the lady, and
the King,--three people."
"Ah," said Wogan, as he stood up with a strange smile upon his lips, "I
have a deal of clay upon my clothes."
O'Toole nodded his head wisely once or twice. "I am answered," he said.
"Is it indeed so?" He understood, however, nothing except that the room
had suddenly grown cold.