"There is but one thing more," faltered Themar at the end. "I may speak with freedom?"
"Yes," said Ronador impatiently, "what is it?"
"Miss Westfall--I spied upon her camp in Connecticut--"
"Yes?"
"It is well to know all. For days she lived with Poynter in the forest--"
Ronador's eyes blazed.
"Go, go!" he cried, his face quite colorless, "for the love of God go before I kill you! I--I can not bear any more to-night."
Who had scored! For Ronador, at least, in the guileful hands of a traitor who by reason of a strong maternal sympathy desired the alliance of Ronador and Princess Phaedra, there was doubt and bitter suffering. And he might not return to the music-machine.
Themar's thin lips smiled but he wisely retreated.