The Austrian's expression was disturbed. He was unshaven. It was obvious that he, too, had passed a sleepless night. The sight seemed, somehow, to restore his host's self-confidence. "You will please to pardon for this early intrusion----" von Klausen began. Stainton smiled. "You are always so pleasant, Captain," he said, "that you never intrude. Besides, the earlier the better. As it happens, I was just this moment thinking of you." Von Klausen bowed. There was a brief pause, the Austrian's blue eyes wandering about the room in an endeavour to escape Stainton's glance, and Stainton's eyes fastened thoughtfully upon the Austrian. "Well?" asked the husband. Von Klausen coughed. "Madame is--is----" he started, but stopped short. "You asked for me. Did you expect to find her up at this time of day?" "Oh, no--no: certainly not. Pardon me. I forgot the hour." "Ah, you often forget the hour, don't you, Captain?" The Austrian braced himself. He raised his chin defiantly. He met the issue directly. "You refer," he asked, "to my late call of last evening--yes?" "More or less. I am rather curious about that call." "Sir, there is nothing about it to excite your curiosity. You asked me to call. There is nothing of my call that you may not learn from your wife." "No doubt. Of course not; but it may be that I prefer to ask you." Von Klausen was in a corner. Anger he could have met with anger, but here was something that he did not comprehend. "I can answer no question," he said, stiffly, "that you have not asked of Mrs. Stainton." "How do you know that I haven't asked her?" "I do not know that you have." "You are sure of that?" "What do you wish to say, Mr. Stainton?" "I mean: are you sure that you haven't seen her since you left here last night?" The Austrian's face expressed a bewilderment that Stainton could not mistrust. "How is that possible?" inquired von Klausen. "Oh, of course!" Stainton, convinced, shrugged his shoulders. "However, I do want to make a few inquiries of you." "Then I prefer to wait until your wife descends, so that you may make them in her presence." Stainton still held in his left hand the letter that Muriel had addressed to him. He tapped it upon the knuckles of his right hand. "I am afraid," he said, "that I can't conveniently wait so long. Captain von Klausen, are you in love with my wife?" The Austrian rose precipitately. His blond moustache bristled. "Sir!" said he. "I merely wanted to know." "At your question I am amazed, sir." "Oh, I really had a good reason for asking." "In my country no reason suffices for such a question."