A smile flickered over Zabern's face, and he murmured to himself, "Blind Radzivil!"
"You suspect some one, marshal?" said Barbara, reading his looks.
"Your Highness, I do, but prefer to verify my suspicions ere stating them. I will say this much, however," continued Zabern, bending forward over the table and speaking in a whisper, "he whom I suspect is not one of the 'Transfigured.'"
The princess seemed somewhat relieved by this last statement.
"My spies are attentive to the traitor's movements," continued Zabern. "Nay, more; I have his emissary under lock and key in the Citadel."
"You refer to the man Russakoff?" asked Radzivil.
"Yes. I am convinced that he is the intermediary of this treasonable correspondence, and nothing but her Highness's clemency prevents me from learning the name of his principal."
"My clemency? How?" asked Barbara in surprise.
"The rack would soon make him confess."
"Oh! no, marshal," returned the princess, quickly. "No prisoner shall be put to the torture during my régime. I am trying to civilize Czernova. The rack would indeed be a return to barbarism."