Publisher's Synopsis
"Down with the traitors! Down with the Russian spies! Down with Metzger!" Above the roaring of the north wind rose the clamour of voices, the cries of hate and disgust, the deep groaning sobs of fierce and militant anger. The man and the woman exchanged quick glances. "They are coming nearer," he said. She drew aside the heavy curtain, and stood there, looking out into the night. "It is so," she answered. "They are pouring into the square." He rose and stood beneath the great carved mantelpiece. Over his head, hewn out of the solid oak, black with age and coloured with that deep richness which is to-day as a lost art, were blazoned the arms of one of Europe's noblest families. He, Nicholas of Reist, its sole male representative, stood deep in thought, his dark young face furrowed with anxiety. The moment was critical. It was one of a lifetime.
