speak to you. To maintain a cause which I believed sacred I have lost the throne and my children their inheritance. A million in gold remains; it is buried in the cellars of Newcastle Keep. You only know that this money exists. Make use of it, then, whenever you think it will be most useful, for my eldest son’s welfare. And now, farewell.”
“Farewell, saintly, martyred majesty,” lisped Athos, chilled with terror.
A moment’s silence ensued and then, in a full, sonorous voice, the king exclaimed: “Remember!”
He had scarcely uttered the word when a heavy blow shook the scaffold and where Athos stood immovable a warm drop fell upon his brow.
He reeled back with a shudder