“It’s made me feel sort of shivery, that little interview. I’d like something comforting in a tall glass. The Joyous Bride! What a name for a ship with that lot of passengers on board! Bennington, let’s take the hint.”
Mr. Bennington, unobtrusive as ever, was retying his letter-case, having first glanced at the contents to learn that they were intact.
“We were beaten by Prince Serge Laminoff.”
“And who in thunder is Prince Serge Laminoff?”
“He is the head of the Russian Secret Service; he has made of it an almost perfect weapon. He is one of the most remarkable men in Europe.”
“Where did he come in? Would you mind explaining?”
“With pleasure. He was the man who appears to have travelled with Miss Fraser as Abednego P. Thompson.”
“Was that rude man a prince? I thought his manners wer
