There are things a man
may not do even for his country--one is murdering women. Now, though I
pledged myself through loyalty to my country, my king, my regent and
yourself to spying and murder and petty thievery, with a consequent
chain of discomfort and misunderstandings for myself, I am through and
mightily glad of it!"
"And what have you accomplished?" flamed Ronador passionately.
"Granberry, for all your ciphered pledges, lives and mocks me as he did
tonight, as he did months back. I could kill him for the indignities
he has heaped upon me, if for nothing else. And he knows more than you
think. What did he mean to-night?"
"Circumstances," said Tregar coldly, "have made you unduly sensitive
and suspicious. Granberry's costume was planned maliciously as an
impersonal affront to me. He knew of my plans through a telegram of
mine to Themar and made his own accordingly. It was not your past to
which he referred. Surely it is not difficult to catch his meaning?"
"Blunders and blunders and quixotic scruples," raved Ronador, "and now
this crowning indignity to-night! What has Themar been doing? . . .
What have you done? . . . Why is Granberry still alive? Hereafter,
Tregar, Themar will report to me. I personally will see that the thing
is cleared up and silenced forever.
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