“I have avenged myself!” said he.

“Avenged yourself!” said the baron. “Rather say that you have served as an instrument for that cursed woman. But I swear to you that this crime shall be her last.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” replied Felton quietly, “and I am ignorant of whom you are speaking, my lord. I killed the Duke of Buckingham because he twice refused your request to have me appointed captain. I punished him for his injustice, that is all.”

De Winter, stupefied, looked on while the soldiers bound Felton, and did not know what to think of such insensibility.

“Be punished alone, in the first place, miserable man!” said Lord Winter to Felton, “but I swear to you, by the memory of my brother whom I loved so much, that your accomplice is not saved.”

Felton hung down his head without pronouncing a syllable.

Lord Winter descended the stairs rapidly, and went to the port.