tions, and put off the meeting to-night at her house."
"Signora Rollina! How did you come to hear of her?"
"Another thing. Duke Herrman is terribly enraged about that business in the cellar. He is going to complain of you to the King."
"The Duke! Who told you about that?"
"Himself. You are not secure yet—but I don't think he'll go to the King, for I threatened him with his agreement with the baker's daughter. But he wants to fight you; be on your guard."
"Once for all—do you know how the Duke was informed of all this?"
"Through the Marshal's wife. She told all, and confessed she had acted the witch in the ghost-raising."
The Prince took Philip by the arm. "My good fellow," he said, "you are no watchman."
He turned his face towards a lamp, and started when he saw the face of this strange man.
"Are you possessed by Satan, or . . . Who are you?" said Julian, who had now become quite sober.
"I am Philip Stark, the gardener, son of old Gottlieb Stark, the watchman," said Philip, quietly.
