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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Look here, Highness, you didn't treat your friends very well yesterday." "I know;" said Prince Ferdinand William Otto meekly. But Prince Ferdinand William Otto had thought out a defense. "I got back all right, didn't I?" He considered. "It was worth it. A policeman shook me!" "Which policeman?" demanded Nikky in a terrible tone, and in his fury quite forgot the ragging he had prepared for Otto.
As a matter of fact, on the morning of Nikky's return, they took a few minutes to go over the ceremony, Nikky being the delegation. The way they did it was simple. Nikky went out into the corridor, and became the Chamberlain. He stepped inside, bowed, and announced: "The delegation from the city, Highness," standing very stiff, and a trifle bowlegged, as the Chamberlain was.
Nikky's heart hammered as he left the car hammered with nervousness, not terror. But he went boldly to the door, and knocked. So far all was well. There were footsteps within, and a man stepped out into the darkness, closing the door behind him. Nikky, who had come so far to see this very agent, and to take back a description of him, felt thwarted.
From the full manhood of his twenty-three years Nikky surveyed Karl's almost forty, and considered it age. But soon he was bitter again, bitter and jealous. Back there in the palace they were plotting their own safety, and making a young girl pay for it. He swore softly. It was typical of Nikky to decide that he needed a hard walk. He translated most of his emotions into motion.
He made a final excursion to Miss Braithwaite and, returning, climbed on to his chair. "Now, when Nikky comes, we are all ready," he observed. Nikky entered almost immediately.
The Crown Prince felt that she never really saw Nikky at his best. Hedwig was there. She had on a new habit, and a gardenia in her buttonhole, and she gave Nikky her hand to kiss, but only nodded to the Crown Prince. "Hello, Otto!" she said. "I thought you'd have a ball and chain on your leg to-day."
But Nikky had steel-like young arms from which escape was impossible. And now Nikky was forced to an unsoldier-like thing that he afterward tried to forget. For the driver developed unexpected strength, refused to submit, got the tunic off his head, and, seeing himself attacked by one man only, took courage and fell to.
Up and up, weary step after weary step. The shadowy figure, coming close, took a form, became a man became Peter Niburg. Now, indeed, Nikky roused. Beaten and sorely bruised, Peter Niburg should have been in bed. What stealthy business of the night brought him out? Fortunately for Nikky's hiding-place, the last step or two proved too much for the spy.
He had once even tried jumping on his horse as it galloped past him, and missed, and had been awfully ashamed about it. But when Hedwig was there, there was no skylarking. They rode around, and the riding-master put up jumps and they took them. And finally Hedwig would get tired, and ask Nikky please to be amusing while she rested. And he would not be amusing at all.
He looked about. He was quite convinced that M. Puaux was what Bobby would have termed a poor sport, and had not played the game fairly. The guard at the railway, he felt, would not have yelled and wept. "Oh, well, I threw a piece of paper. That's all. I didn't think it would hurt." Miss Braithwaite rose and glanced at the carpet. But Nikky was quick. Quick and understanding.
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