"Aren't you wrong? Is not 'Eugen' the German for 'Jenő,' and 'Edmund' the German for 'Ödön'? I have heard the matter discussed before now." "No, it is as I say." "This brother disappeared from Vienna simultaneously with the hussar officer. Do you know the reason?" "I believe it was because he found himself thrown out of his place in the chancellor's office, and was unwilling to pass his time in idleness." "What became of him?" "Ever since then he has been at home, looking after the estate in his brothers' absence. He took no part whatever in the uprising, but occupied his leisure hours with painting and music, and in teaching my little boy. He is still at home." "Did you not raise and maintain at your own cost a battalion of volunteers?" "Yes; two hundred cavalry and three hundred infantry. At the battle of Kápolna I led the cavalry in person." "You are anticipating the prosecution. Were you present at the Debreczen diet?" "As one cannot be in two places at the same time, I was not." "At the battle of Forro did you not exert yourself in rallying the routed forces of the rebels?" "Yes, I did." Jenő had committed himself unnecessarily. He seemed not merely unconcerned as to his fate, but even eager to meet it. The judge-advocate sought to test him. Searching among his papers, he finally looked up and said: "The charge is here made against you that in the expedition among the mountains you seized and appropriated to your own use all the bullion stored in the public mints." At this charge Jenő's face flushed with anger. "That is false!" he cried. "That is a shameless slander! No Baradlay would commit a crime!" This outburst sealed his fate by removing any lingering doubt as to his identity. Such a passionate denial could have come only from him whom the charge actually concerned, that is, from Ödön Baradlay. "What have you to say in your defence?" he was asked in closing. "Our defence is in our deeds," was the proud rejoinder. "Posterity will judge us." The jury was then sworn in the presence of the accused, and the latter was led into a side room to wait until summoned to hear the verdict and receive his sentence. In a quarter of an hour he was led back again. Omitting the charge which he had denied, he was found guilty on all the other counts, and they were amply sufficient to condemn him to death. He bowed as if well satisfied with his sentence. An early hour the next morning was assigned for his execution. He heaved a sigh. His purpose was accomplished. He had but one favour to ask,--the privilege of writing to his wife, his mother, and his brother, before he died. His request was granted, and he thanked the court with a smile so serene and an eye so clear that more than one heart was touched with compassion. His judges were not to blame that the Eumenides thirsted for blood. CHAPTER XXIX. A POSTHUMOUS MESSAGE.