“Not a bit of it! You know I was coming to fetch you, if you did anything rash. Now tell me all about it.”
She obeyed with immense delight, fighting the day’s battles over again as if she had been reciting one of her island ballads, and ended with—
“And the chief of police said that I had saved everything by acting at once. The crisis was so sudden that the Anarchists had not got their bombs charged. They were charging them in a hurry when the explosion occurred. But if they had had them in the square, the troops must have been driven back.”
Armitage’s hand came down and pressed hers tightly, and he asked, “Were you frightened?”
“I had no time to be—except when I wanted the soldiers to go on, and I did not know the words. Shall I have to command them for long, do you think?”
“Only till some time to-morrow. Panagiotis has telegraphed to Wylie to beg him to leave his wife where she is, and come on at once.”
“I am glad. All will be well when the Lord Glafko comes. But I wonder whether I shall have earned my life by then?”
“What do you mean? That’s what your brother said last night. Have you found out——?”
“He had a list of all who were concerned in the death of the Lady. Petros told me so this morning, when his own name was the last but one on the list. All the rest were dead, and now he is dead too. I am the only one left.”
“If I had known this, you would have wasted no time in saving your brother’s throne for him,” said Armitage wrathfully. “We would have gone on board the yacht at once. Let us go now.”