Seaman had still the appearance of a man struggling to extricate himself from some sort of nightmare.
"My first and only suspicion," he faltered, "was that night when Wolff disappeared!" "Wolff's coming was rather a tragedy," Dominey admitted.

"Fortunately, I had a secret service man in the house who was able to dispose of him." "It was you who planned his disappearance ?" Seaman gasped.
"Naturally," Dominey replied.

"He knew the truth and was trying all the time to communicate with you." "And the money ?" Seaman continued, blinking rapidly.

"One hundred thousand pounds, and more ?" "I understood that was a gift," Dominey replied.

"If the German Secret Service, however, cares to formulate a claim and sue me--" The Princess suddenly interrupted.