"When?
When did she go ?" The woman had come forward, her hands trembling, her lips quivering.
Something in the terror of her face sent the hot blood from Nathaniel's cheeks.
"They sent for her an hour ago," she said.

"The king sent Obadiah Price for her! O, my God!" she shrieked suddenly, clutching at her breast, "Tell me--what are they doing with Marion--" "Shut up!" snarled the old man.

"That is Strang's business.

She has gone to Strang." With an effort he straightened himself until his towering form rose half a head above Nathaniel.

"She has gone to the king," he repeated.