"I have proofs," said she in a low tone, "of a serious conspiracy among the Royalists."
His countenance changed a little, and a contracted brow of a business man became noticeable. "In what part of the Republic?" he asked.
"It is a widely concerted plot in which all the leading Royalists in the country are engaged. The King himself is privy to the affair. The outbreak is to occur at Aldershot on the 24th of November. Many of the troops have been suborned."
"Who are the leaders of this conspiracy?"
"The prime movers are Sir John Dacre and Lord Brompton. It was at the latter's house that I learned the particulars of the affair."
Clytemnestra never plied the sword more ruthlessly than this jealous woman doomed to destruction the man who had spurned her love.
The President was silent a moment. "Have you proofs of what you tell me?"
She took from her muff Colonel Arundel's letter and handed it to him. "You will find there, sir, a list of the leading rebels and the army officers implicated."
He scanned it eagerly. "H'm; yes, this speaks for itself. And what," he continued presently, with a politician's quick sense, "can I do for you in return?" The idea of being loyal for nothing would never have occurred to President Bagshaw.
"The time may come when I shall ask a favor of the government, but not to-day," said Mrs. Carey. "My only request is that my name shall not be mentioned in the matter. Is that agreed upon?"