The Czar received Lord Hastings and his officers the moment their names were presented. When the three entered his presence, he arose quickly and came forward with extended hand.
“Why, my lord,” he exclaimed, “I had hardly expected to see you again so soon.” He turned to the two lads. “And these,” he added, “are your two young officers who were with you before. Ah, I remember. It is to them I owe my life.”
He extended a hand to each and both lads flushed. Jack, the subject of a monarch himself, dropped to one knee; but Frank, who recognized no monarch, bowed low, and remained on his feet. The Czar signalled Jack to rise and then turned to Lord Hastings.
“Am I to consider this just a friendly call, or have you anything to impart to me?” he asked.
“Both, your Majesty,” replied Lord Hastings gravely. “I may as well come to the point of my mission at once.”
“Do,” said the Czar briefly.
“Very well. What I have to say is this: In your service—and in high standing and authority—is a man who is a traitor—a man who has sold out to our common foe, the Germans.”
“So?” said the Czar, apparently no whit surprised. “His name, if you please.”
“His name,” said Lord Hastings with a faint smile, “will surprise you. I fear you will find it hard to believe; and had I not the proof of the man’s duplicity, I should not have the courage to mention the man.”
Evidently Lord Hastings’ words made an impression upon the Czar. He stirred uneasily.