"I have been expecting to see or hear from you," said Tony in his friendliest manner. "I have all sorts of interesting things to talk to you about." Congosta cast a rapid glance round the hall, as if to make certain that they were alone. "Her Royal Highness?" he demanded quickly. "She is safe?" "Safe as a church," replied Tony. "At least she was when I rang her up last night." "But she is not with you. She has gone from where she was living?" "That's right," said Tony reassuringly. "Da Freitas found out the address, so I thought a change of air would be beneficial. She is staying with some friends of mine in Chester Square. They are taking excellent care of her." A look of relief flashed into the Livadian's face. "It is well," he said, nodding his head. "I knew that we might trust you." Tony pulled up a chair. "Sit down," he said, "and let's hear your side of the story. I have been dying to know what's going on behind the scenes." Congosta glanced swiftly at the clock on the mantelpiece. "Many things have happened," he replied, "but there is not much time for telling them. In a few minutes I must leave you again." "Well, one can tell quite a lot in a few minutes if one talks quickly," remarked Tony hopefully. Congosta lowered his voice to a whisper. "The hour has struck," he said. "Even now, while we stand here, the streets of Portriga may be running in blood." "By Jove!" said Tony with interest. "Whose blood?" Congosta raised his hands in an expressive gesture. "There will be much fighting. All over Livadia men will die for one cause or the other. It will be the greatest civil war in the history of my unhappy country." "That's saying something too, isn't it?" observed Tony. He paused to offer his guest a cigar. "How do you know all this?" he asked. "Have you heard from Colonel Saltero?" "Every day I have news," replied Congosta a little proudly. "We have friends in many places--in the post-office, among the frontier guards, everywhere! It is easy to send a cable of which the government knows nothing." "Well, what has happened--exactly?" demanded Tony. Congosta took a long breath. "Da Freitas has given the signal. For three days his followers have been making ready. All through the North they have been arming themselves and collecting together in the principal towns. It is the same with our people in the South." "But how about the Republican government?" inquired Tony. "Haven't they anything to say to these happy gatherings?" "They have said what they could," replied Congosta grimly. "Half a dozen of Da Freitas' agents have been seized and shot in Portriga, and yesterday they arrested General Carmel da Silva, our chief supporter and the richest man in Livadia. It was with his money that we were making our preparations." "That's a nasty knock," said Tony sympathetically. "What are you going to do about it?"