The nation was coming to take its revenge upon its betrayer.
Mob law!
They had found him out. It was as Schuabe had said—the great conspiracy was at an end. The stunning truth was out, flying round the world with its glad message.
Yet, though once more the dishonoured Cross gleamed as the one solace in the hearts of men whose faith had been weak, though at that moment the glad news was racing round the world, yet the evil was not over.
The Prince of the Powers of the air had reigned too long. Not lightly was he to relinquish his sceptre and dominion.
They were in the erst-while quiet street below. The whole space was packed with the roaring multitude. The cries and curses came up to him in one roaring volume of sound, sounds that one looking over the brink of the pit of hell might hear.
A heavy blow upon the stout door of the old well-built house shook the walls where the palsied Judas lay impotent.
Another crash! The room was much lighter now, the crowd below had lights with them.
Crash.
The door opened silently. Lady Llwellyn came swiftly into the room.