n the Cathedral yard, on the Sunday morning, and out of the
deaf landlady, the Cathedral caretaker, some startling disclosures
seemed to be drawn.

"Still," said the old Bishop, "I see no overt act."

"Good gracious, my lord," said the little spokesman, "are we to wait
until the knife itself has been reddened?"

"God forbid!" said the old Bishop.

Then came two witnesses to prove motive. The first of them was
the tipsy comrade of former days, who had drawn Jason into the
drinking-shop. He could say of his own knowledge that Jason was
jealous of the new Governor. The two were brothers in a sort of way.
So people said, and so Jason had told him. They had the same father,
but different mothers. Jason's mother had been the daughter of the
old Governor, who turned his back on her at her marriage. At her
death he relented, and tried to find Jason, but could not, and then
took up with Michael Sunlocks. People said that was the beginning of
the new President's fortune. At all events Jason thought he had been
supplanted, was very wroth, and swore he would be revenged.

The second of the two witnesses pointed to a very different motive.
He was one of the three Danes who had twice spoken to Jason--the
elderly man with the meek and quiet manner. Though himself loyal to
the Icelandic Republic he had been much thrown among its enemies.
Jason was one of them; he came here as a spy direct from Copenhagen,
and his constant associates were Thomsen, an old, white-headed man
living in the High Street, and Polvesen, a young and sallow man, who
kept one of the stores facing the sea. With these two Jason had been
heard by him to plan the assassination of the President.

At this evidence there was a deep murmur among the people, and it was
seen that Greeba had risen again to her feet. Her heart burned and
stormed within her. She tried to speak but could not. At the same
moment Jason turned his bloodshot eyes in her direction, and then her
limbs gave way under her, and she sank back with a moan. The Court
misread her emotion, and she was removed. Jason's red eyes followed
her constantly.

"This is a case for the Warning, not for punishment," said the
Bishop. "It is plainly written in our old Law Book that if a man
threaten to slay another man he shall be warned of the gravity of the
crime he contemplates and of the penalty attaching to it."

"Gracious heavens, my lord," cried the little spokesman, "what reason
have we to assume that t