"What for?" asked Tony languidly.
"There's—there's this assault upon Señor Congosta."
The latter shook his head. "It would be useless," he said. "I know well that your government will be only too pleased that they have gone. The police would not be allowed to interfere even if they wished to."
"But we must do something," exclaimed Guy almost fiercely.
Tony got up from his seat. "I know what I'm going to do," he said. "I am going to follow them to Livadia."
For an instant both of them stared at him without speaking.
"But how do you expect to get there?" demanded Congosta incredulously. "The steamers from England are stopped, and all the frontier is in the hands of Da Freitas' soldiers. No one will be allowed to enter the country until the Revolution is over."
"That doesn't matter to me," said Tony. "I have a private yacht of my own."
The news seemed to produce a remarkable effect upon Congosta.
"A private yacht!" he repeated, rising abruptly to his feet. "And you mean what you say? You mean that you will sail for Portriga now—immediately—at once?"