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"Don't you know me?" asked Rudolf, standing opposite the old woman and smiling down on her. There, in the dim light of the low-roofed passage, Mother Holf was fairly puzzled. She knew the story of Mr.
"Read," said the constable. "I don't understand what it means," grumbled Rischenheim. "Possibly I may be able to help you." "It's nothing but " "Read, my lord, read!" Then he read, and this was the telegram: "Holf, 19 Konigstrasse." "A thousand thanks, my lord. And the place it's despatched from?" "Strelsau." "Just turn it so that I can see. Oh, I don't doubt you, but seeing is believing.
The old woman seemed to spring to sudden life. She jumped up and caught her daughter by the shoulder. "No, no," she whispered in quick accents. "You you don't know. Let them alone, you fool! It's not our business. Let them alone." "Let me go, mother, let me go! Mother, I must help the king!" "I'll not let you go," said Mother Holf.
He must have passed the train in which Rischenheim traveled; the first news the latter had of his departure was from a porter at the station, who, having recognized the Count of Hentzau, ventured to congratulate Rischenheim on his cousin's return. Rischenheim made no answer, but hurried in great agitation to the house in the Konigstrasse, where the old woman Holf confirmed the tidings.
I listened; he breathed heavily, regularly, monotonously. By heaven, he slept! Kneeling on the shelf, I drew forward under the pipe till my face was within two feet of his. He was a big man, I saw. It was Max Holf, the brother of Johann. My hand stole to my belt, and I drew out my knife.
But when we came to the foot of the stairs we found the two women. Mother Holf stood on the threshold of the kitchen, looking amazed and terrified. Rosa was clinging to her; but as soon as Rudolf came in sight, the girl sprang forward and flung herself on her knees before him, pouring out incoherent thanks to Heaven for his safety.
The moon shone out now clear and full, so that the road was white with it. The ground was hard, and we had left no traces. "Here they come!" whispered Sapt. "It's the duke!" "I thought so," he answered. It was the duke; and with him a burly fellow whom I knew well, and who had cause to know me afterwards Max Holf, brother to Johann the keeper, and body-servant to his Highness.
"It's all as when you left, Count Rupert," said Mother Holf, "except that that rascal Bauer went out last night " "That's right enough. But hasn't he returned?" "No, not yet." "Hum. No signs of anybody else?" His look defined the vague question. The old woman shook her head. The girl turned away to hide a smile. "Anybody else" meant the king, so she suspected.
"I think, my lord, that the message is an address." "An address! I never thought of that. But I know no Holf." "I don't think it's Holf's address." "Whose, then?" asked Rischenheim, biting his nail, and looking furtively at the constable. "Why," said Sapt, "the present address of Count Rupert of Hentzau." As he spoke, he fixed his eyes on the eyes of Rischenheim.
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