"Where is he now—is he ill, is he safe?"
"He is recovering, getting back his strength, in a monastery in Herm, one of the smaller Channel Islands. Arrangements are being made for his return to England at the right moment."
She stood up, interested and excited.
"Yes, yes?"
"A society has been formed—the members call themselves the Friends of the Phœnix. My uncle and General Hartwell are at the head of it. The aim is to restore Renshaw to power. He is the only man who can save the country in the present crisis."
"And you are helping—you are one of them?"
He nodded. "I am to bring him back to England in the Bladud if I have your permission."
"Don't lose an hour," she cried, "don't lose an hour!"
"Not a moment, when the time is ripe. I am waiting orders. They will reach me here."
"If only my father could have known of this before he died."