Michael looked with surprise towards the young Count, who stood beside his cousin.
It was bewildering to find these two together after the happenings of the past three days.
"What mean you?"' he asked briefly.
Morice Conyers straightened himself.
"I come hither as Marquis de Varenac," he replied.
"As Marquis de Varenac? And Trouet——"
The latter question was involuntary.
"Is as much my enemy as that of my cousin here."
His eyes sought Count Jéhan's.
"Yes, yes," answered the latter quickly. "All is explained. My good friend and cousin is here with me to do what he can to save his people from themselves—and Marcel Trouet."