Chapter 2
At Charing Cross station a strange thing happened. The Continental train arrived whilst I was sauntering about the platform, and out of it, within a few feet of me, stepped Feurg res. He was pale and haggard, and he leaned heavily upon the arm of his servant as he stepped out of his carriage. When he saw me, however, he held out his hand and smiled. "You expected me, then?" he exclaimed. "Not I," I answered. "You have taken my breath away." "I had your telegram at Brussels," he explained. "I wired St. Petersburg at once, and turned back. Any news?" "None," I answered. "What are you doing here?" I told him in a few rapid words. He listened intently, nodding his head every now and then. "The Archduchess has her," he said, "and if only one of us had the ghost of a legal claim upon the
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