“I expected this move of Domiloff’s,” he said, looking towards Sara. “You see Theos itself is in a queer state. Every honest man who can bear arms is at the front. There remain in the city only a horde of Russian Jews, who I suspect have been drafted in a few at a time, and are only waiting a signal from Domiloff to begin rioting.”
He touched a bell.
“Let me speak to Mr. Ruttens,” he ordered. “He was in the ante-room a few minutes ago.”
“What are you going to do?” Sara asked.
“I am going to try and arrest Domiloff,” he answered. “I fear that it is quite useless, but an attempt must be made. There will be some mischief before long if he is left alone.”
Sara rose up and came to his side.
“There are other traitors in the city besides Domiloff,” she said, “if what they are saying is true.”
A deeper shadow fell upon the King’s face.
“You mean the Reists?”
“It is common report.”