"You may have bombs concealed up your sleeves; you may exchange mysterious passwords with people in the streets; you may be much less innocent than you appear." "All that may be so," he admitted.
"You may have a revolver in the pocket of your dress-coat," went on Maggie, pointing to the voluminous garment with her fan.
His hand went to the pocket in question, and produced exactly what she had suggested.

He held out his hand with a small silver-mounted revolver lying in the palm of it.
"Even that," he said, "may be so." Maggie looked at it with a sudden curiosity, her bright eyes grave.
"Loaded ?" she asked.
"Yes." "Then I will not examine it.

How curious! I wonder how near to the mark I may have been in other ways." "I wonder," said Steinmetz, looking at Etta.

"And now tell us something about the princess.

What do you suspect her of ?" At this moment Paul came into the room, distinguished-looking and grave.
"Miss Delafield," pursued Steinmetz, turning to the new-comer, "is telling us her suspicions about ourselves.