not told us."

The woman looked at the King, and he nodded his head as though
in assent. "I had to tell them who else was in the plot
besides myself," she said, speaking rapidly. "I had to give
them the name of some man who they knew would be able to do
what I have promised we could do--who could put a stop to the
revolution. The name I gave was his--Kalonay's."

Barrat threw himself forward in his chair.

"Kalonay's?" he cried, incredulously.

"Kalonay's?" echoed Erhaupt. "What madness, Madame! Why name
the only one who is sincere?"

"She will explain," said the King, in an uneasy voice; "let
her explain. She has acted according to my orders and for the
best, but I confess I----"

"Some one had to be sacrificed," returned the woman, boldly,
"and why not he? Indeed, if we wish to save ourselves, there
is every reason that it should be he. You know how mad he is
for the King's return, how he himself wishes to get back to
the island and to his old position there. Why, God only
knows, but it is so. What pleasure he finds in a land of
mists and fogs, in a ruined castle with poachers and smuggling
fishermen for companions, I cannot comprehend. But the fact
remains, he always speaks of it as home and he wishes to
return. And now, suppose he learns the truth, as he may at