The count was surprised, but it didn't appear in his face.

"As I understand it," the young man pursued, "you are sponsor for her in
Washington?"

The count, evasively diplomatic, born and bred in a school of caution,
considered the question from every standpoint.

"It may be that I am so regarded," he admitted at last.

"May I inquire if the sponsorship is official, personal, social, or all
three?" Mr. Grimm continued.

There was silence for a long time.

"I don't see the trend of your questioning," said the ambassador
finally. "Miss Thorne is worthy of my protection in every way."

"Let's suppose a case," suggested Mr. Grimm blandly. "Suppose Miss
Thorne had--had, let us say, shot a man, and he was about to die, would
you feel justified in withdrawing that--that protection, as you call
it?"

"Such a thing is preposterous!" exclaimed the ambassador. "The utter
absurdity of such a charge would impel me to offer her every
assistance."

Mr. Grimm nodded.

"And if it were proved to your satisfaction that she _did_ shoot him?"