In case anything should happen to confirm these
suspicions that come to us from Cracow, you know that I have no control
over certain members of the party. If it was thought that you or Martin
had betrayed anything--"
"I or Martin would be assassinated," said the prince with his loud
laugh. "I know that. I have long known that we are going back to the
methods of the sixties--suspicion and assassination. It has always been
the ruin of Poland--that method."
"But you have no feelings with regard to this man?" asked Kosmaroff,
sharply, looking from father to daughter, with a keen sidelong
glance, as if the suspicion that had come from Cracow had not left him
untouched.
"None whatever," answered the prince. "He is a mere passing
acquaintance. He must be allowed to pass. We will drop him--you can tell
your friends--it will not be much of a sacrifice compared to some that
have been made for Poland."
Wanda glanced at her father. Did he mean anything?
"You know what they are," broke in Kosmaroff's eager voice. "They see
a mountain in every molehill. Martin was seen at Alexandrowo with
Cartoner. Wanda was seen speaking to him at the Mokotow. He is known to
have called on you at your hotel in London.
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