"I said that the time approached when that ancient line again should claim place among the monarchies of the world. I said that millions of men and women, in every habitable quarter of the globe, owed allegiance to that man who was, by divine right, their king!" His face lighted up with a wild enthusiasm. To the beautiful girl who listened, spell-bound, he seemed as one inspired. "Upon his people lay a cloud--a tainting shadow grown black through the centuries. He must disperse it, proclaiming to the world that his was a noble people, a nation with a mighty soul! The evil came not from without but from within. The worst enemies of the Jews are the Jews. In attacking those enemies of his people, inevitably he would come into collision with many governments. But he would do them no wrong, save in showing them powerless to protect the traitors from his righteous wrath!" For a long moment she watched him, and no words came to her. That this splendid man was mad flashed through her mind as a possible thing; but that thought she dismissed, and remained bewildered. "Is it true?" she asked, in a pleading voice; "or are you jesting with me?" He smiled, having resumed his habitual calm. "It is true!" he answered. "Upon the word of a rogue--a thief--upon the honour of Severac Bablon!" Zoe started, yet she was not afraid; for something had told her almost from his entrance that this was he--the man whose name at that very hour glared from countless placards, upon a great part of the civilised world; whose deeds at that moment were being babbled of in every tongue from Chinese to Italian. "But, if you are that man, and----" She hesitated. "You are wrong, I am sure! Oh! indeed, truly, I think you are wrong! Not in your aims, but in making so many new enemies! You have placed yourself outside all laws! You may be arrested at any hour!" "That phase of my campaign will pass. I shall meet the Ministers of all the Powers upon equality--as the plenipotentiary of eight million people! All that I have done will be forgotten in the light of what I _shall_ do!" "I cannot understand about last night. Your presence was an accident----" He laughed softly. "I knew that Lady Vignoles' party numbered fourteen. I caused your father to be detained. One of my friends--I will not name him--suggested a novel mode of seeking a guest: I caused Megger's man to be absent whilst another of my friends, imitating his speech, sent the telephone message! Is that accident?" "It is----" "Unworthy, you would say? The work of a common cracksman? But, by those lowly means I secured proof that Bernard Megger, director of the Uitland Rands Consolidated Mines Syndicate, and Isaac Jacobsen, the Kimberley mail robber, were one and the same! He has escaped the laws of England, but he cannot escape me!"