“M. Boreski is a Polish conspirator, and mademoiselle——”
“Stop!” I interposed sternly. “Speak of yourself and your part.”
“It is information your Majesty should have,” he said.
“Damn you, keep to your own part,” I cried furiously, “or to the police you go under guard at once.”
He shrank back from my fierce words, and his flabby face turned grey with renewed terror.
“As your Majesty wishes,” he said, when he had recovered sufficiently to speak. “They have cheated me and lied to me; they made me promises to buy my silence, and last night quarrelled with me and set me at defiance. They told me I was free to go and do as I liked. No man can bear to be cheated. I was mad in my anger, and I went to Vastic and told him.”
“Told him what?” I demanded, when he paused.
“I was sorry the moment I had spoken, and repented my anger.”
“To the devil with your feelings. What did you do and say?”
“I said that Boreski was false to his oath to the brotherhood.”