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He went ahead and Nathaniel followed him, assured that the old man's words and the way in which he had spoken them no longer left a doubt as to the identity of his night visitor. She was one of the councilor's wives, so he thought, and his own interest in her was beginning to have an irritating effect. In other words Obadiah was becoming jealous. For some time there was silence between the two.
Nathaniel had dropped his companion's hand, and now Neil walked to the log and sat down with his face turned in the direction from which their pursuers must come if they entered the swamp. Suddenly the memory of Obadiah's note shot into Nathaniel's head, the councilor's admonition, his allusion to a visitor.
Had the councilor lied to him? Was the girl he had seen through the King's window one of the seven wives of Strang or was she the wife of Obadiah Price? The thought was one that thrilled him. If the girl was the councilor's wife what was the motive of Obadiah's falsehood?
Instead he had sent a copy of the letter to the Secretary of State. At Menefie's words, Harvey, in a rage, brought his hand down sharply on the Councilor's shoulder and said, "Do you say so? I arrest you on suspicion of treason to his Majesty." Then Capt. John Utie and Capt. Samuel Mathews seized Harvey and said, "And we you upon suspicion of treason to his Majesty."
Mogens crept over the ruins and fragments of the fallen wall towards the edge of the abyss, from which cold and hot blasts of air alternately struck his face; on the other side so much of the wall had fallen, that he could look into Camilla's room, while the part that hid the councilor's office still stood.
The women caught him staring at them, and one, who was the youngest and prettiest of the lot, smiled invitingly. "Tush the Jezebel!" snapped Obadiah, catching the look. "That's her child playing just beyond." The young woman tossed her head and her white teeth gleamed in a laugh, as though she had overheard the old councilor's words.
O, I promise you shall meet her, and make love to her, Nat! Ho, if Strang knew, if Strang only knew!" There was something so fiendishly gloating in the councilor's attitude, in his face, in the hot glow of his eyes, that for a moment Nathaniel's involuntary liking for the little old man before him turned to abhorrence. The passion, the triumph of the man, convinced him where words had failed.
Mogens forced his way through the multitude. Now he was at the corner; the sparks were slowly falling down upon him. Up the street; there were showers of sparks, the window-panes on both sides were aglow, the factory was burning, the councilor's house was burning and the house next door also.
He turned his face toward Obadiah's, his heart singing the glad words which the woman had spoken to him back there in the sixth chamber. And as he was about to take the first step in that long race back to the mad councilor's he heard behind him the approach of quick feet. He crouched behind a clump of bushes and waited. A shadowy form was hurrying through the grove.
And Nathaniel saw that the little old councilor's eyes glittered boldly as they met the prophet's and that in their glance was neither fear nor servitude but rather a light as of master meeting master. The two advanced and clasped hands and a few low words passed between them while Nathaniel went to the door. "I will go with you, Captain Nathaniel Plum," called Obadiah.
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