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Updated: June 17, 2025
Every one looked that way; and, behold, on the hillside appeared the figure of Count Egon Plettau, still dressed as for his discharge, in the grey drill trousers and much-patched coat. He waved his cap to the battery; then he lowered his hands, while the eyes of the onlookers followed in suspense his every movement.
Fellner's hand grasped that of his visitor. The eyes of the two men gazed steadily at each other. The old man's glance was full of sudden helpless horror, the detective's eyes shone brilliantly. Muller spoke calmly: "This is one clue. Is there no one else who could have an interest in the young lady's death?" "No one but Egon Langen, if he bear this name by right, and if he is still alive."
"His excellency was reading her a little sermon on her undiplomatic utterances in the other room a short time ago." "Why, did you hear what she said?" asked Egon, surprised. "Certainly, I was standing by the door."
Well, you can both calm yourselves, his excellency her husband, has already secured the prize, and he'll never change her into a creature of warmth and light with those tiresome diplomatic speeches of his but the man is happy; he has had no end of good luck." "Call no man happy until his death," said Hartmut, half-aloud. "A very wise remark, only not quite original," answered Egon.
She said what she would like best would be to have a husband called Peter or Thamian or Chrysostomus; then for a pet name she would use Dami or Sosti; and then she said quite seriously that she would only marry a man called Egon, or Alexander, or at least Georg. Just at that moment her mother came in to call us to tea, and she said: "What's an that about Alexander and Georg?
His father, with his fierce, severe code of honor, had cursed him, but his friend, who adored him, who had professed such a deep admiration for his genius, surely he would understand him, and how he had been driven to take such a step. But this friend was silent now, and in his silence lay his sentence. "And you, too, Egon?"
"But didn't your highness see ?" "See what?" "The orderly, who was just here that was Herr Rojanow, as sure as he lives and breathes." Egon saw that presence of mind was necessary here; he turned and said coldly: "I believe you see ghosts!" "But, your highness " "Nonsense! only a passing resemblance. I noticed it myself. That's why I asked the man his name. You heard him say his name was Tanner!"
It was well known, I believe in mercantile circles." "My dearest aunt, you must permit me to set you right in this matter," interrupted Prince Egon, not wishing to lose an opportunity to anger his aunt. "The Stahlberg manufacturies have a worldwide reputation, and are as celebrated across the ocean as here.
He had been gone weeks before I heard from him again; since then I have had some letters, few and far between. He was in Greece for several months, then he went to Sicily, and now for two months I have been waiting anxiously for news." Egon spoke in an anxious tone. No need to ask how painfully this separation from his dearest friend affected him.
He had made a formal visit of condolence at that time, but Eugen Stahlberg had received him in his sister's stead, and immediately after the brother and sister had left for the North. Adelheid still wore deep mourning, but Prince Egon thought the sombre attire and black veil under which her fair hair gleamed like a halo, only enhanced her beauty.
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