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When he search was done, having discovered nothing, Lillesparre commanded that he should not have knife or fork or metal comb, or anything with which he might take his life. "You need not fear that I shall seek to evade the sacrifice," he assured them, his demeanour haughty, his eyes aglow with fanatic zeal.
The chief of police took it up, began to read, turned back to the superscription, then resumed his reading, a dull flush overspreading his face. Over his shoulder Armfelt, too, was reading. But Bjelke cared not. Let all the world behold that advertisement of royal infamy, that incriminating love-letter from Bjelke's wife to the King who had dishonoured him. Lillesparre was stricken dumb.
It was the cold, passionless voice of Ankarstrom that spoke. "My pistol was loaded with rusty nails. I intended to make quite sure of ridding my country of that perjured tyrant." Armfelt stared at the prisoner a moment with furious, bloodshot eyes. Then he broke into imprecations, stemmed only when Lillesparre ordered Ankarstrom to be removed.
"The rack shall make you yield the name of every one of the conspirators." "The rack!" Bjelke smiled disdainfully, and shrugged. "Your men, Lillesparre, were very prompt and very obdurate. They would not allow me to take leave of the Baroness, so that she has escaped me. But I am not sure that it is not a fitter vengeance to let her live and remember.
He had drained a little phial just before stepping into the presence of Lillesparre, as they discovered upon inquiries made after he had collapsed dead at their feet. This caused them to bring back Ankarstrom, that he might be searched, lest he, too, should take some similar way of escaping them.
Read it, Lillesparre, that you may know precisely what manner of master you serve, that you may understand how Gustavus of Sweden recompenses love and loyalty. Read it, and tell me how you would have acted in my place!" And he flung the letter on to the writing-table at which sat Lillesparre.
"Very well," he said, and suffered them to thrust him back into his carriage and carry him away to the waiting Lillesparre. He found Armfelt in the office of the chief of the police, haranguing Ankarstrom, who was already there under arrest. The favourite broke off as Bjelke was brought in. "You were privy to this infamy, Bjelke," he cried. "If the King does not recover " "He will not recover."
Presently came Duke Charles, the King's brother, and Benzelstjerna with the list of those who had been present at the ball. "Tell me," he asked, before the list was read to him, "is the name of Ankarstrom included in it?" "He was the last to sign, Sire," replied the chamberlain. The King smiled grimly. "Tell Lillesparre to have him arrested and questioned." Armfelt flung forward.
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