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"The last time that I saw him, Miss Holland," he answered, "was
three months ago. He was then alive and well."
Something in his tone chilled St. George and sent a sudden thrill of
fear to his heart.
"He was then alive and well?" St. George repeated slowly. "Will you
tell us more, your Highness? Will you tell us why the death of his
daughter should be considered a service to the prince of a country
which he had visited?"
"You are very wonderful," observed the prince, smiling meditatively
at St. George, "and your penetration gives me good news--news that
I had not hoped for, yet. I can not tell you all that you ask, but I
can tell you much. Will you sit down?"
He turned and glanced at the curtain at the far end of the room.
Instantly the boy servant appeared, bearing a tray on which were
placed, in dishes of delicate-coloured filigree, strange dainties
not to be classified even by a cosmopolitan, with his Flemish and
Finnish and all but Icelandic cafes in every block.
"Pray do me the honour," the prince besought, taking the dishes from
the hands of the boy.


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