"But in your own interests, my dear General, I trust there will be no weakening when this Lieutenant Butler is caught, and--" "Who ?" Sharp and stridently came that single word from her ladyship.
Desperately O'Moy sought to defend the breach.
"Nothing to do with Dick, my dear.

A fellow named Philip Butler, who--" But the too-well-informed Samoval corrected him.

"Not Philip, General--Richard Butler.

I had the name but yesterday from Forjas." In the scared hush that followed the Count perceived that he had stumbled headlong into a mystery.

He saw Lady O'Moy's face turn whiter and whiter, saw her sapphire eyes dilating as they regarded him.
"Richard Butler!" she echoed.