Beliani took it, closed the door, listened a moment, and unfolded the damp sheet. He glanced at its foreign news.
"'Le Soir' gives prominence to a rumor that King Alexis will marry a Montenegrin Princess," he murmured composedly.
"Mirabel, of course?"
"She is unnamed."
"That's it. I know, I know! He will marry Mirabel. By Heaven! if he does, I'll shoot him myself!"
"The trial of the regicides is fixed for June," went on Beliani, wholly unmoved by Marulitch's vehemence. "Now, the vital question is, How far can Stampoff be relied on?"
"How does our reliance on Stampoff concern Mirabel?"
"I am not thinking of Mirabel, but of Julius and Constantine. If Stampoff tells our young Bayard everything, Delgratz is no place for you and me, my veteran."
Marulitch, though trembling with passion, could not fail to see that the Greek was remarkably nonchalant for one who had witnessed the utter collapse of ten years of work and expenditure.