CHAPTER SIXWhen luncheon was over, which as usual in Berlin was early, the Baron looked enquiringly at the Marquis.
“What are you planning to do this afternoon?”
“I need to drop in for a moment at the British Embassy,” the Marquis answered. “Since otherwise I shall be in trouble with the Ambassador. But afterwards I thought that Zivana would like to show me some of the special sights of Berlin.”
As he spoke he saw an eager look come into the Countess’s eyes. She leaned across the table to place her hand on his.
“There is nothing I should enjoy more,” she breathed, “and I have some very remarkable surprises to show you.”
She spoke in such a seductive manner, making her meaning obvious, the Marquis thought, to everyone listening.
“I will order a carriage for you,” the Baron offered, “a
