“Baron Domiloff! It is I, Marie of Reist. Let me in.”
She stepped into the darkened room, and closed the door behind her. Domiloff, who was looking white and scared, turned the key in the lock and faced her nervously.
“Why have you come here, Countess?” he exclaimed. “Do you not understand that I am in hiding? It is not a fit place for you-and you may have been followed.”
She held her handkerchief to her face and looked around her in disgust.
“You are right,” she answered. “It is not a fit place for any one. It is abominable. What are you doing here?”
“The King and this Englishman Brand are in the city together, and they have scent of how things are going,” he answered. “My house in the avenue was surrounded by soldiers this morning, but I managed to give them the slip and reach here
