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Updated: May 16, 2025
Beside the bell of a glass door, on a shining brass plate, was engraved the name of Count von Kotte. Baron von Moudenfels pulled this bell so violently that it echoed loudly, and at the door, which instantly opened, appeared a liveried servant with an angry face, muttering with tolerable distinctness something about unseemly noise and rude manners.
"Is Count von Kotte at home?" asked the baron hastily. "No," muttered the lackey, "the count isn't at home, and it wasn't necessary to ring so horribly loud to ask the question." He stepped back and was about to close the door again, but the baron thrust his foot between it and the frame and seized the man's sleeve. "My good fellow, I must see the count," he said imperiously.
Count von Kotte has already been sent from here to Genoa by Baron von Moudenfels to give directions to the captain of the ship, who from that port will relieve Baron von Moudenfels from the charge of the prisoner." "And what is the goal of his journey?" "As I told you, some desolate island in the ocean, where no ships touch.
So the emperor did not wish to constitute himself a judge of Austrian subjects; it is a delicate attention to the Austrian emperor, and the latter will know how to thank him for it and to punish the criminals with all the rigor of the law. Therefore Baron von Moudenfels and Count von Kotte have merely been held as prisoners, and were compelled to witness the execution to-day."
"But when I tell you that the count isn't " He stopped suddenly in the middle of his sentence and cast a stolen glance at the florin which the baron had pressed into his hand. "Announce me to Count von Kotte," said the baron pleasantly. "He will certainly receive me." "Your name, sir?" asked the lackey respectfully. "Commissioner Kraus," was the reply.
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