"What are you talking about?" he demanded sternly.
Jarvo had a little key in his hand, which he shook. The key was on a slender, carved ring, and it jingled. And when he offered it to him Amory abstractedly took it.
"See, adôn," said Jarvo, "see! In the ilex grove on the road that we took last night there is a white tower--it may be that you have noticed it to-day. That tower is empty, and this is the key. There may be guards, but I shall know how to pass among them. You must come with me there to-night, the three. Even then it may be too late, I do not know. The gods will permit the possible. But this I know: the Royal Guard are of the lahnas, on whom the tax to make good the Hereditary Treasure will fall most heavily. They are filled with rage against your people--you and the king who is of your people. I do not know what they will do, but you are not safe for one moment in the palace. I come to warn you."
Amory's pipe went out. He sat pulling at it abstractedly, trying to fit together what St. George had told him of the Hereditary Treasure situation. And more than at any other time since his arrival on the island his heart leaped up at the prospect of promised adventure. What if St. George's romantic apostasy were not, after all, to spoil the flavour of the kind of adventure for which he, Amory, had been hoping? He leaned eagerly forward.
"What would you suggest?" he said.
Jarvo's eyes brightened. At once he sprang to his feet and stood before Amory, taking soft steps here and there as he talked, in movement graceful and tenuous as the greyhound of which he had reminded St. George.
"In the palace yard," explained the little man rapidly, "is a motor which came from Melita, bringing guests for the ceremony of to-night. They will remain in the palace until after the marriage of the prince, two days hence. But the motor--that must go back to-night to Melita, adôn. I have made for myself permission to take it there. But you--the three--must go with me. At the tower in the ilex grove I shall leave you, and I shall return. Is this good?"
"Excellent. But what afterward?" demanded Amory. "Are we all to keep house in the tower?"
Jarvo shook his head, like a man who has thought of everything.
"Through to-morrow, yes," he said, "but to-morrow night, when the dark falls--"
He bent forward and spoke softly.
"Did not the adôn wish to ascend the mountain?" he asked.