“That twist of the birds,” Dominey explained, “is simply a local superstition. The wood ends on the slant, and they seem to be flying more to the left than they really are.” Seaman gazed steadfastly for a moment along the side of the wood. “Her Grace is coming,” he said. “She seems to share the Duke's dislike of me, and she is too great a lady to conceal her feelings. Just one word before I go. The Princess Eiderstrom arrives this afternoon.” Dominey frowned, then, warned by the keeper's shout, turned around and killed a hare. “My friend,” he said, with a certain note of challenge in his tone, “I am not certain that you have told me all that you know concerning the Princess's visit.” Seaman was thoughtful for a brief space of time. “You are right,” he admitted, “I have not. It is a fault which I will repair presently.” He strolled away to the next stand, where Mr. Mangan was displaying an altogether different standard of proficiency. The Duchess came up to Dominey a few minutes later. “I told Henry I shouldn't stop with him another moment,” she declared. “He has fired off about forty cartridges and wounded one hare.” “Henry is not keen,” Dominey remarked, “although I think you are a little hard on him, are you not? I saw him bring down a nice cock just now. So far as regards the birds, it really does not matter. They are all going home.” The Duchess was very smartly tailored in clothes of brown leather mixture. She wore thick shoes and gaiters and a small hat. She was looking very well but a little annoyed. “I hear,” she said, “that Stephanie is coming to-day.” Dominey nodded, and seemed for a moment intent on watching the flight of a pigeon which kept tantalisingly out of range. “She is coming down for a few days,” he assented. “I am afraid that she will be bored to death.” “Where did you become so friendly with her?” his cousin asked curiously. “The first time we ever met,” Dominey replied, “was in the Carlton grill room, a few days after I landed in England. She mistook me for some one else, and we parted with the usual apologies. I met her the same night at Carlton House Terrace--she is related to the Terniloffs--and we came across one another pretty often after that, during the short time I was in town.” “Yes,” the Duchess murmured meditatively. “That is another of the little surprises you seem to have all ready dished up for us. How on earth did you become so friendly with the German Ambassador?” Dominey smiled tolerantly. “Really,” he replied, “there is not anything so very extraordinary about it, is there? Mr. Seaman, my partner in one or two mining enterprises, took me to call upon him. He is very interested in East Africa, politically and as a sportsman. Our conversations seemed to interest him and led to a certain intimacy--of which I may say that I am proud. I have the greatest respect and liking for the Prince.”