“When will she be tried?”
“In two days’ time. She has already been examined, and admits all the charges against her.”
“Charges! What are the charges?” I demanded.
“Outlawry and murder,” he answered, carelessly turning over some papers.
“Then listen, M’sieur le Gouverneur,” I said anxiously. “I love her—I—”
“Bah!” he cried in disgust, rising quickly with his hand upon a silver gong. “As I expected—an appeal!”
“Hear me!” I cried. “Before you summon your servants, I warn you that silence will alone secure your own safety!” Standing astride upon the lion’s skin spread before the fireplace, he stared at me in alarm.
“What—what do you mean?” he gasped, pale and scared.
“Seat yourself, I beg, and hear me,” I said coolly. “Have no fear; I am not an assassin.”
“Then how dare you—how dare you threaten—”