"I do not know what to think, but there is a great deal that I
know," Seaman replied gravely. "The man is a spy, a favourite in the
Wilhelmstrasse and only made use of on important occasions. His name is
Wolff--Johann Wolff."

"And this story of his?"

"You ought to be the best judge of that."

"I am," Dominey assented confidently. "Without the shadow of a doubt I
threw the body of the man I killed into the Blue River and watched it
sink."

"Then the story is a fake," Seaman decided. "For some reason or other we
have come under the suspicion of our own secret service."

Seaman, as they emerged into the hall, was summoned imperiously to her
side by the Princess Eiderstrom. Dominey disappeared for a moment
and returned presently, having discarded some of his soaked shooting
garments. He was followed by his valet, bearing a note upon a silver
tray.

"From the person in Mr. Parkins' room--to Mr. Seaman, sir," the man
announced, in a low tone.

Dominey took it from the salver with a little nod. Then he turned to
where the youngest and most frivolous of his guests were in the act of
rising from the tea table.

"A game of pills, Eddy," he proposed. "They tell me that pool is one of