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"Sorry you were held up, old chap," was the King's greeting. "Some of these frontier police are fearful asses; but Herr von Rothstein rushed off the instant he heard of your predicament, and here you are, only five hours late after all." "Wouldn't have missed it for a pony, dear boy," grinned Beaumanoir. "There was a deuce of a shindy when three fat johnnies tried to pull me out of my compartment.
Each was waiting to see how the other would act; so Baron von Rothstein viewed with mixed feelings the arrival of his royal visitor. But he met him with all ceremony, and began to say that instructions might reach him from Vienna at any moment to pay an official call. "Quite correct, Herr Baron," said Alec cheerfully.
He chattered like a magpie in the police bureau, or whatever it is called, at Semlin." "Lord Adalbert wishes me to explain that a disagreeable incident had ended happily," said Alec to von Rothstein. "I am not sure that it has ended, your Majesty," was the grim reply. "Well, then, shall we say that it has taken a satisfactory turn?
There is, or can be, no charge against him. Some of your zealous agents have blundered, that is all. Now, I want you to go to Semlin in a special train I will provide and bring his Lordship here before " Alec looked at his watch "It is now nine shall we say? by eleven o'clock sharp." Von Rothstein was startled, and he showed it. "But this is the first I have heard of it," he said. "Exactly.
The action of the Semlin authorities is one of brigandage. It can be adjusted amicably by you, Herr von Rothstein. Do you refuse?" "I fear I cannot do what you desire, your Majesty." "Ah! That is a pity! In that event, I must go to Semlin myself and liberate Lord Adalbert." "I don't quite understand " "Is my German so poor, then?" laughed Alec. "I mean, of course " "You think I am bluffing.
No one remembered Vladimir Semyonitch. He was utterly forgotten. GRACEFULLY swaying in the saddle, a young man wearing the snow-white tunic of an officer rode into the great yard of the vodka distillery belonging to the heirs of M. E. Rothstein.
"It ain't no more than he deserves, Mawruss," Abe commented after Morris had read the letter. "No," Morris admitted, "but after the way Miss Kreitmann got that feller Gubin in the hole and the way she treated Adolph Rothstein, Abe, it ain't no more than she deserves, neither."
And see that great metal spring across it." "That's for holding the lid up," said the mate. "You see, it won't lean back. What's that German printing on the inside?" "It means that it was made by Johann Rothstein of Augsburg, in 1606." "And a solid bit of work, too. But it doesn't throw much light on what has passed, does it, Captain Barclay? That candlestick looks like gold.
"I shall wait your return in patience until eleven." "And then?" "Oh, then I follow you, of course." Baron von Rothstein thought silence was best. He drove to the station, and did not fail to note the military preparations. His special quitted Delgratz at nine-twenty A.M. At ten-forty A.M. it came back and Alec met him and Lord Adalbert Beaumanoir on the platform.
"A young feller like Immerglick, what buys it of us a couple of hundred dollars at a time, she falls all over herself to please him, Abe. And why? Because Immerglick's got a fine mustache and is a swell dresser and he ain't married. But you take it a good customer like Adolph Rothstein, Abe, and what does she do? At first she was all smiles to him, because Adolph is a good-looking feller.
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