"That's the motto of the Ægean League!" burst out the queen in a white hot fury.
"It is, madame," returned Raoul, pleasantly.
Then he placed the other foot on the floor and got up leisurely from his seat on the table.
"You're all free to go," he said carelessly.
A moment of suspense, then the boche herd scrambled to its feet and rushed for the nearest exit. And Raoul came over to where I stood beside Thusis with Smith and Clelia beside me.
"All their weapons are locked up in the cellar," he said, laughing; "let them look for them. Also I have all their documents packed up. We're through with them," he added, smiling at Thusis.
But there was a thunder cloud on her white brow:
"Are we not going to secure and crate the kings, Raoul?" she demanded. "Do you and Josephine fail me, now?"
"Duchess," he said smilingly, "news came to-night—a real communication from Monsieur Venizelos."
"How could it come?" I asked.