It was Nella's.
Racksole unfastened the catch, and she entered.
'I have found you,' she said lightly; 'you might have told me.

I couldn't sleep.

I inquired from the hotel-folks if you had retired, and they said no; so I slipped out.

I guessed where you were.' Racksole interrupted her with a question as to what she meant by this escapade, but she stopped him with a careless gesture.

What's this ?' She pointed to the form on the sofa.
'That is my nephew, Prince Eugen,' said Aribert.
'Hurt ?' she inquired coldly.