“This is a very grave request, Mr. Bergwyn,” said Petrosch slowly. “Do you realise that you are asking me, one of the leaders of the army, to reveal our intentions to one of the Queen’s closest friends?”
“You are gaining much from this—” and I held up the paper—“I am gaining nothing.”
“I fear I cannot do it, Mr. Bergwyn,” he said, reluctantly. “I might be very gravely compromised, to say nothing of the risk to be run.”
“What risk?”
“That the news would be carried straight to the Queen.”
“It has been carried already,” I said.
“How do you mean?”
“I was at the Palace last night and I heard from one who has ample means of knowledge, that the plans of the army had been divulged to the Court, and that diligent inquiries had been made in consequence. That risk is therefore nothing.”
“Do you mean there are traitors amongst us?”
“I deem it extremely probable,” I said, drily.