All her senses were riveted upon one object--the tall, calm figure upon the steps of the Throne.

By the power of intuition, rather than by physical observation, she saw the look of intense surprise, of incredulity merging to dismay, that crossed the Prophet's face at the Arch-Mystic's words.

And at the sight the real meaning of his incomprehensible discourse passed over her mind in a wave of incredulous admiration.

Believing himself secure in his position, he had voluntarily chosen to denounce himself.
That was her first thought as the matter became clear to her; but a chilling second thought followed sharp upon it.

What would be the Prophet's reading of Bale-Corphew's knowledge?
Would not one solution--and one only--present itself to his mind?
The idea that she had betrayed his confidence.