Sir Walter spoke.
"Thank Heaven, signor, thank Heaven! All is well with you?"
"All is absolutely well with me, but then I have slept refreshingly for some time. You, I fear, have not closed your eyes."
"Would you have any objection to Masters hearing what you may have to tell us? By so doing a true and ungarbled report will got out to Chadlands."
"My report will go out to the whole world, Sir Walter. All is accomplished and established on certain proofs. Your good spaniel has played his part also. I salute him—the old Prince."
Henry now observed that the dog was stretched on the floor at Signor Mannetti's feet.
"Still asleep?"
Mary knelt to pat the spaniel and started back.
"How horribly cold he is!"
"For ever asleep—a martyr to science. He was to die on Friday, remember. He has received euthanasia a little sooner, and nothing in his life has become him like the leaving of it. The last victim of the Grey Room. Mourn him not, he passed without a pang—as did his betters."
"But, but—you spoke of crime and criminals!" gasped Sir Walter.
"And truly. Great crimes have been committed in this room and great criminals committed them. Is a crime any less a crime because the doers have mouldered in their dishonored graves for nearly five hundred years?"
"Your handling of speech is not ours, and you
