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"Truly a dagger is more reliable," said Ranuzi, coolly. The Russian cast a quick, lowering side glance upon him. "Not always sure," said he. "It is said that men armed with daggers have twice found their way into the Prussian camp, and been caught in the king's tent. Their daggers have been as little fatal to the king as the cannon-balls."
"With what offence am I charged?" asked he, as he slowly placed his hand in his bosom. "The court-martial will inform you." "Ah, I am to be tried by a court-martial. Spies and conspirators are always thus tried. I am charged then with spying and conspiring," cried Ranuzi, and then slowly turning to Marietta, he asked: "And this is your work?" "Yes; this is my work," she said, triumphantly.
Herr von Giurgenow, and his friend Captain Belleville, were invited to the ball, and were well pleased to offer their homage to the majesty of Prussia. Count Ranuzi, who, reserved and silent as usual, had been wandering through the saloons, now joined them, and they had all withdrawn to a window, in order to observe quietly and undisturbed the gay crowd passing before them.
When Ranuzi first beheld these servants of justice, he shuddered and became deathly pale, but as they approached him, he recovered his wonted composure, and advanced proudly and coldly to meet them. "Are you Count Ranuzi?" asked one of the policemen. "I am," he said, calmly. "I arrest you in the name of the king; you are our prisoner."
"And you will dismiss Madame Brunnen," said Camilla, gayly. "Oh, mamma, you have no idea how she tortures and martyrs me with her Argus-eyes, and watches me day and night. Will you not dismiss her, mamma, and take no other governess?" "I will think of it," said her mother, sadly. But now a servant entered and announced Count Ranuzi.
She kissed Camilla upon the brow, and withdrew. The last moment of respite had expired for Ranuzi; there was no longer a ray of mercy in Marietta's heart. Rushing forward, she soon reached the castle, and announced herself to the marquis. She was introduced into his study, and the marquis advanced to meet her, smiling, and with an open letter in his hand.
"No, no," said she, at last, sternly, rudely "I will take no part in this folly. Go, sir go. You are a poor soothsayer, and I will have nothing to do with you." Ranuzi smiled, and drew a folded paper from his bosom, which he handed to the princess. It contained these words: "Count Ranuzi is an honest man he can be trusted unconditionally."
Ranuzi had now assumed a careless, indifferent expression; he greeted the acquaintances who met him with a friendly smile, uttering to each a few kindly words or gay jests.
"A forethought which I have exercised on your account," said the baron, gravely. "You, sir, will require a carriage, and knowing you, as a stranger, had no carriage in Berlin, I brought mine. It shall be at your service." "Vraiment! you are too good! I hope, however, not to make use of your offer." Now, according to custom, Ranuzi drew near the baron to make a last attempt at reconciliation.
He is the soul of this enterprise; he has originated this daring undertaking, and, if this falls to pieces, he will commence anew. He is a dangerous enemy a serpent, whose sting is most deadly, most to be feared when he seems most gentle, most quiet. Say to King Frederick he will do well to protect himself from the traitor, the Austrian spy, Ranuzi."
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