Publisher's Synopsis
"To a man who has been dead nearly five years everything would be forgiven, probably-except his resurrection." This half-cynical thought was suggested by the extraordinary change which a few hours of one memorable July day had wrought in my circumstances and position. As the thought occurred to me I was standing in the library of Gramberg Castle, my hands plunged deep in my pockets, deliberately dallying with my fate, as I watched the black dress of the Prince's beautiful daughter moving slowly among the gayly colored flower-beds in the warm sunshine, like a soothing shadow in the brilliant glare. I was face to face with a temptation which I found infinitely alluring and immeasurably difficult to resist.
