As he spoke, he looked at his luggage, which was a short distance away from the waiting room.
It was piled up onto a trunk and each of the trunks was labelled with the name ‘Andrew Clyde’.
It was then that Meta suddenly felt the Prince stiffen.
Because he was looking out of the window, she looked in the same direction.
There was a man inspecting his luggage. From his back view he did not seem to be very tall, but he was heavily built.
Without seeing his face she guessed that he was middle-aged.
Then she heard the Prince say almost beneath his breath,
“God in Heaven! It cannot be true! It just cannot be.”
“What is ‒ it?” she asked him.
She saw then that the Prince was staring at the man beside his luggage.
She knew before he uttered the fateful word that it was Shakovski.
Now he
