"Well?" Stanief questioned, instinctively rising.
Allard rose with him, and standing they received the message.
"I regret to report, by wireless from New York, the death of his Imperial Majesty the Emperor, at noon to-day."
A brief hush, then Rosal again in nervous conclusion:
"His Imperial Majesty the Emperor Adrian requests the return of your Royal Highness to the capital."
CHAPTER VII
ALLEGIANCE
"Check. You are losing your game, my John."
Allard laughed in frank admission,—a tanned, bright-eyed Allard after the long voyage.