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Updated: June 29, 2025
Have nothing to do with her, young Bernenstein." "I'll keep my eyes for beauties nearer at hand," said Bernenstein, whose volatile temper soon threw off a serious mood. "There's a chance for you, now Rupert of Hentzau's gone," said Sapt grimly. As he spoke there was a knock at the door. When it opened James entered.
There were lights from the new part of the Castle on the other side, and now and again I heard laughter and merry shouts. I fancied I recognized young Rupert Hentzau's ringing tones, and pictured him flushed with wine. Recalling my thoughts to the business in hand, I rested a moment. If Johann's description were right, I must be near the window now.
Rassendyll had no more than time to spring away, holding his prize. The next moment he had his revolver in his hand none too soon, for Rupert of Hentzau's barrel faced him, and they stood thus, opposite to one another, with no more than three or four feet between the mouths of their weapons.
Sapt knew and trusted him, for he had been with us all through the siege of Zenda, when Michael kept the king a prisoner, and he bore marks given him by Rupert of Hentzau's ruffians. He now held a commission as lieutenant in the cuirassiers of the King's Guard. He noticed Sapt's bearing, for he cried out in a low voice, "Anything wrong, sir?"
She knew the voice for Rupert of Hentzau's, and it was the king who answered calmly, "Nearly isn't quite." Again she listened. They seemed to have paused for a moment, for there was no sound, save of the hard breathing and deep-drawn pants of men who rest an instant in the midst of intense exertion. Then came again the clash and the slitherings; and one of them crossed into her view.
I drew slowly nearer: if Rudolf were unarmed, I could fairly enforce a truce and put them on an equality; yet, though Rudolf was unarmed, I did nothing. The sight of his face stopped me. He was very pale and his lips were set, but it was his eyes that caught my gaze, for they were glad and merciless. I had never seen him look thus before. I turned from him to young Hentzau's face.
At another table young Bernenstein was drawing up, under the constable's direction, a narrative of Rupert of Hentzau's attempt on the king's life and the king's courage in defending himself. Enraged at this unfavorable reception, the audacious criminal had made a sudden attack on the king, with what issue all knew.
Rudolf threw himself against the door: it yielded, he was inside, and in an instant he had shut the door and driven the bolt home again, leaving Bauer in the gutter outside. Then he turned, with his hand on the butt of his revolver. I know that he hoped to find Rupert of Hentzau's face within a foot of his.
Be Rupert Hentzau's errand what it might, and the villainy he was engaged on what it would, I had scored one point. He was on the other side of the moat from the King, and it would be by no fault of mine if ever he set foot on the same side again. I had three left to deal with: two on guard and De Gautet in his bed. Ah, if I had the keys!
"I beg your pardon," smiled Rudolf, "but you must lay yours down first." "I'm to trust you, it seems, but you won't trust me!" "Precisely. You know you can trust me; you know that I can't trust you." A sudden flush swept over Rupert of Hentzau's face.
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