"I knew I was right!" I cried, laying my hand on his arm. "I lived with
him there a whole winter."
"Yes, he told me so. That's why I am telling you the rest of it."
Alcorn was smiling, a curious expression lighting his face.
"And how came he to be such a friend of the Prince's?" I asked.
"He isn't his friend--isn't anybody's friend. He's a special agent of
the Russian Secret Service."