"There is no time to be lost," exclaimed Count Marlanx. "Ask Colonel

Braze to report to me at the eastern gate with a detail of picked

troopers--a hundred of them. I will meet him there in half an hour." He

gave other sharp, imperative commands, and in the twinkling of an eye

the peaceful atmosphere was transformed into the turbulent, exciting

rush of activity. The significance of the fires seen in the hills could

not be cheaply held. Instant action was demanded. The city was filled

with the commotion of alarm; the army was brought to its feet with a

jerk that startled even the most ambitious.

The first thing that General Marlanx did was to instruct Quinnox to set

a vigilant watch over Baldos. He was not to be arrested, but it was

understood that the surveillance should be but little short of

incarceration. He was found at the barracks shortly after the report

concerning the signal fires, and told in plain words that General

Marlanx had ordered a guard placed over him for the time being, pending

the result of an investigation. Baldos had confidently expected to be

thrown into a dungeon for his affront. He did not know that Grenfall

Lorry stood firm in his conviction that Baldos was no spy, and was

supported by others in high authority.

Marlanx was bottling his wrath and holding back his revenge for a

distinct purpose. Apart from the existence of a strong, healthy

prejudice in the guard's favor, what the old general believed and what

he could prove were two distinct propositions. He was crafty enough,

however, to take advantage of a condition unknown to Beverly Calhoun,

the innocent cause of all his bitterness toward Baldos.

As he hastened from the council chamber, his eyes swept the crowd of

eager, excited women in the grand hall. From among them he picked

Beverly and advanced upon her without regard for time and consequence.

Despite her animation he was keen enough to see that she was sorely

troubled. She did not shrink from him as he had half expected, but met

him with bold disdain in her eyes.

"This is the work of your champion," he said in tones that did not reach

ears other than her own. "I prophesied it, you must remember. Are you

satisfied now that you have been deceived in him?"

"I have implicit confidence in him. I suppose you have ordered his

arrest?" she asked with quiet scorn.

"He is under surveillance, at my suggestion. For your sake, and yours

alone, I am giving him a chance. He is your protege; you are responsible

for his conduct. To accuse him would be to place you in an embarrassing

position. There is a sickening rumor in court circles that you have more

than a merely kind and friendly interest in the rascal. If I believed

that, Miss Calhoun, I fear my heart could not be kind to him. But I know

it is not true. You have a loftier love to give. He is a clever

scoundrel, and there is no telling how much harm he has already done to

Graustark. His every move is to be watched and reported to me. It will

be impossible for him to escape. To save him from the vengeance of the

army, I am permitting him to remain in your service, ostensibly, at

least. His hours of duty have been changed, however. Henceforth he is in

the night guard, from midnight till dawn. I am telling you this, Miss

Calhoun, because I want you to know that in spite of all the indignity I

have suffered, you are more to me than any other being in the world,

more to me even than my loyalty to Graustark. Do me the honor and

justice to remember this. I have suffered much for you. I am a rough,

hardened soldier, and you have misconstrued my devotion. Forgive the

harsh words my passion may have inspired. Farewell! I must off to undo

the damage we all lay at the door of the man you and I are protecting."




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