"That will do, you must go," he commanded, pointing with his
arm toward the city gate; and before the Frenchman could
reply, he gave an order to the guards, and they seized the
foreigner roughly by either arm and hurried him away.

"Thank God!" exclaimed the King, piously. "They have
separated, and the boy thinks he is rendering us great
service. Well, and so he is, the young fool."

The group on the piazza remained motionless, watching Gordon
as he leisurely lit a cigar and stood looking out at the
harbor until the Frenchman had disappeared inside the city
wall. Then he turned and walked slowly after him.

"I do not like that. I do not like his following him," said
Barrat, suspiciously.

"That is nothing," answered the King. "He is going to play
the spy and see that the man is safely in jail. Then he will
return and report to us. We must congratulate him warmly. He
follows at a discreet distance, you observe, and keeps himself
well out of sight. The boy knows better than to compromise
himself by being seen in conversation with the man. Of
course, if Renauld is set free we must say we had no part in
his arrest, that the American made the arrest on his own
authority. What a convenient tool the young man is. Why, his
coming really frightened us at first, and now--now we make a
cat's-paw of him." The King laughed merrily. "We undervalue
ourselves sometimes, do we not?"