He turned upon the prince, and his voice went cutting to the farthest corner of the hall: "Men and women of Yaque," he cried, "I accuse your prince of the knowledge that can take from and add to the years of man at will.

I accuse him of the deliberate and criminal use of that knowledge to take King Otho from his throne!" St.George hardly knew what effect his words had.

He saw only Olivia, her hands locked, her lips parted, looking in his face in anguish; and he saw Prince Tabnit smile.

Prince Tabnit sat upon the king's left hand, and he leaned and whispered a smiling word in the ear of his sovereign and turned a smiling face to Olivia upon her father's right.
"I know something of your American newspapers, your Majesty," the prince said aloud, "and these men are doing their part excellently, excellently." "What do you mean, your Highness ?" demanded St.George curtly.
"But is it not simple ?" asked the prince, still smiling.

"You have contrived a sensation for the great American newspaper.