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Rather than work blindly as he needs must if he knew no more, he had sought to add to his information by spying on her camp. It was unconvincing. "So," said Carl keenly, "Baron Tregar does not trust you!" Themar's lip curled. "The Baron knew of your ten days in my cousin's house?" Again the marked hesitancy the flush. "Yes," said Themar. "You're lying," said Carl curtly. "If you wish to go back "
Though Ronador in the first disorder of rebellious mind and body, had fancied himself sicker than he really was, he was suffering more now than even Tregar guessed. The last stage of the journey to a man of less indomitable grit and courage would have been impossible. It was no sickness of the mind alone. His body was wildly ravaged by a fever.
"And when Themar followed to warn me Poynter beat him brutally," he went on fiercely, "beat him and sent him in a dirty barge to a distant city. All the while when I fancied my disguise impenetrable, he was laughing in his sleeve, for he is as clever as he is unscrupulous. He was even meeting his chief in a Kentucky woods to report. Tregar admitted it.
"Rest assured, Miss Westfall," he said, "that I know you have not betrayed my confidence. Baron Tregar is an ardent patriot who by virtue of his office must needs object to democratic masquerading." The Baron stroked his beard. "For inspiring the musical ceremony due your rank, Prince," he said dryly, "I crave indulgence."
"It was necessary to end this romantic masquerade!" insisted Tregar. "Why are you here?" "I I came in a flash of panic. It seemed to me that after all I I could not trust to other hands when the dead thing stirred." Ronador's face was white and haggard. In that instant his forty-four years lay heavily upon his shoulders. "Have I ever misplaced your trust?" reminded Tregar sombrely.
Later, after her divorce from Theodomir, your mother married Norman Westfall " "My father," corrected Diane swiftly. Philip looked away. "Her second marriage," he said at last, "was childless." "Philip!" Diane's face flamed. "And I?" "You," said Baron Tregar, "are the child of Theodomir." In the strained silence a bird sent a sweet, clear call ringing lightly over the water.
What has Themar been doing? . . . What have you done? . . . Why is Granberry still alive? Hereafter, Tregar, Themar will report to me. I personally will see that the thing is cleared up and silenced forever. I may trust at least to your silence?" "My word as a gentleman is sufficient?" "It is." "Consider me pledged to silence as I have been for a quarter of a century." "Where is Themar?"
Was Ronador forgotten? Tregar thought so. These two mutely avowing with blazing eyes their utter trust and loyalty had for the moment forgotten everything but each other. Ronador stalked viciously away to the lake, restlessly turned on his heel with a curse and came slowly back. There was despair in his eyes.
There were black memories struggling now within him. Tregar moved quietly to Ronador's side, an act of ready loyalty not without dignity in the eyes of Philip. "Your letter hinted something of all this," he said. "Let us be quite fair, Poynter. Ronador feared only for his little son." "Why must we talk in riddles?" cried Diane with a flash of impatience. "Why does Ronador fear for his son?
"My mother," said Themar sullenly, "was of Galituria. There is hatred there for Houdania a century's feud " "And you in the employ of the rival province hunting this to earth! What a mess what a mess!" Followed a battery of merciless questions punctuated by the diabolic clank of metal. Themar had been deputed solely to report to Baron Tregar "And murder me!" supplemented Carl curtly.
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