Chapter 42
There was a sharp tap at the door. Marie and her brother exchanged quick glances. Brand stepped forward, but Marie waved him back. “Who is there?” she called out. “It is I, Baron Domiloff,” was the suave answer. “I regret very much to intrude, but I have urgent business with your friend Mr. Brand. Can I come in?” She hesitated. After all, any attempt to keep him out must be futile. “You can come in,” she answered. The door opened, and Domiloff entered. He bowed low before the Countess, but there was an evil smile upon his lips when his eyes met Brand’s. “This is a very fortunate meeting, Mr. Brand,” he declared. “It saves us the trouble of searching for you. Only an hour ago, my dear sir, the Countess and I were speaking of you.” “So far as the Countess was concerned,” Brand answere
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