"We left here last Sunday night, as you know," she said. "We
passed Algiers the next morning and arrived off the island at
mid-day, anchoring outside in the harbor. We flew the Royal
Yacht Squadron's pennant, and an owner's private signal that
we invented on the way down. They sent me ashore in a boat,
and Kalonay and Father Paul continued on along the southern
shore, where they have been making speeches in all the
coast-towns and exciting the people in favor of the
revolution. I heard of them often while I was at the capital,
but not from them. The President sent a company of carbineers
to arrest them the very night they returned and smuggled me on
board the yacht again. We put off as soon as I came over the
side and sailed directly here.

"As soon as I landed on Tuesday I went to the Hotel de
Messina, and sent my card to the President. He is that man
Palaccio, the hotel-keeper's son, the man you sent out of the
country for writing pamphlets against the monarchy, and who
lived in Sicily during his exile. He gave me an audience at
once, and I told my story. As he knew who I was, I explained
that I had quarrelled with you, and that I was now prepared to
sell him the secrets of an expedition which you were fitting
out with the object of re-establishing yourself on the throne.
He wouldn't believe that there was any such expedition, and
said it was blackmail, and threatened to give me to the police
if I did not leave the island in twenty-four hours--he was
exceedingly rude. So I showed him receipts for ammunition and
rifles and Maxim guns, and copies of the oath of allegiance to
the expedition, and papers of the yacht, in which she was
described as an armored cruiser, and he rapidly grew polite,