SowewentintothelittleroomandawokeOliver，whosprangupinagreatfright，thinkingthatsomethinguntowardhadhappenedatthemine。
“What\'swrong?“heaskedofJaphet。“HavetheFungcutthewires?“
“Nay，OOrme，aworsething；IhavediscoveredthatthePrinceJoshuahaslaidaplottostealaway\'Her-whose-name-is-high。\'“
“Whatdoyoumean?Setoutallthestory，Japhet，“saidOliver。
“Itisshort，lord。Ihavesomefriends，oneofwhom——heisofmyownblood，butaskmenothisname——isintheserviceofthePrince。Wedrankacupofwinetogether，whichIneeded，andIsupposeitloosedhistongue。Atanyrate，hetoldme，andIbelievedhim。Thisisthestory。ForhisownsakeandthatofthepeoplethePrincedesiresthatyoushoulddestroytheidolofFung，andthereforehehaskepthishandsoffyouoflate。Yetshouldyousucceed，hedoesnotknowwhatmayhappen。HefearslesttheAbatiintheirgratitudeshouldsetyouupasgreatmen。”