"Has he not told you since who were those others that escaped ?" His Highness paused to masticate the olive.
"Why, there lies the difficulty," said he at length.

"The dog is dead.
He was killed in the affray.

May he rot in hell for his obstinate reticence.

No, no!" he checked himself hastily.

"He's dead, and the secret of this treason, as well as the names of the traitors, have perished with him.