This one is Count Ulik von Kessner, High Chamberlain of Boravia; this, Captain Alexis Vollmar; and this is Frauelein von Tyssen." Franklin Marmion looked at them with much more than ordinary interest, for he recognised all five as clearly as though he had just left them in his own dining-room.
"There are no suspicions attaching to any of these people, I suppose ?" he said carelessly.
"My dear Professor," replied Nicol Hendry a little coldly, "those who write stories about our profession always say that it is our invariable rule to suspect everybody, but we have a little common-sense, and we know the records of these ladies and gentlemen in the minutest detail from the Prince himself to Frauelein Hulda.

We have not the slightest reason to suspect any of them." "Ah, just so," said the other musingly; "no, of course you wouldn't have, and, unfortunately, I cannot tell you why you should.

But I'll tell you this: if you ever do find cause to suspect any of these persons, you will find that this group is not complete.

It ought to contain the photograph of Prince Oscar Oscarovitch." "Prince Oscar Oscarovitch!" exclaimed Nicol Hendry, staring at him this time with wide-open eyes.

"Why on earth should you----" "Pardon me, my dear sir," interrupted Franklin Marmion gently, "remember that you are not supposed to care anything about the why or the how.