“Wheels within wheels!” replied Crispin significantly.
“More mystery?”
“Yes; there are still some things for you to learn, but I cannot tell you of them now, as I have made a promise.”
“To whom?”
“Caliphronas.”
“Caliphronas!” cried that gentleman, who had approached them quietly; “and what are you saying about Caliphronas?”
“A good many things,” said Crispin rapidly, in Greek. “I have been telling him who I am.”
The Greek flushed with rage, and then he laughed.
“That is your business, but I trust you did not break faith?”
“About Justinian, no; about Helena, no; but I have told him all your early life.”