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Updated: June 10, 2025
In such a train of destiny, what might not be yet in store for Horst von Rieseneck and for his brother Greif von Sigmundskron? Rex almost smiled as he gave to each, in his imagination, the only name that was lawfully his he smiled at the ingenuity of fate in finding so much mischief to do. Rex was mistaken in his opinion concerning the letter.
It appeared that Rieseneck had landed in Europe and intended to proceed without delay to Berlin, in order to report himself at the Home Office as one who desired to take advantage of the amnesty with the intention of residing in his native country. 'I myself, wrote Greifenstein, 'have serious doubts in this matter.
Her voice sank to a whisper at the two last words of the date, for Greifenstein had never known her real age. 'You caused me to betray the arsenal, continued Rieseneck inexorably. 'I did. 'You abandoned me when I was in prison. When I escaped you refused to follow me. You sent me false news of your death, with a lock of your hair and the child.
She has lived to ruin you as she ruined me. Clara von Rieseneck that is your name stand upon your feet lift up your infamous face, and own your lawful husband! Even then Clara might have saved herself. One vigorous protest, and Greifenstein would without doubt have slain his brother with his hands. But she had not the strength left to speak the strong lie.
When he was alone with his cousin, he never recurred to the subject of Rieseneck or his return, though the baroness constantly expected him to do so, and watched his inscrutable face to detect some signs of a wish to discuss the matter. For two reasons, she would not take the initiative in bringing up the topic.
Then he lifted her from her chair and carried her through the wide door and the small apartment beyond into the drawing-room. Rieseneck followed at a distance. 'You can go, said Greifenstein to the servant. 'We shall not want any more dinner to-night. The man went out and left the three together. Clara lay upon a great divan, her husband standing at her side, and Rieseneck at her feet.
Their relations had always been amicable, for Rex was not a man, even when young, to quarrel easily over small matters, and old Rieseneck had sent him at an early age to Germany, supplying him very bountifully with money, in the belief that he ought to atone in every way for the injury done to his son by his own disgrace.
He was well aware that he was very rich, but as this was nothing new to him, and as he had always had whatever he wished, he was in no hurry to find out the exact amount of his income. The property was well administered, too, and there was no danger of loss, as Rieseneck had taken pains to provide against every contingency before making his last voyage to Europe.
But Rieseneck had suffered in the one tender spot that remained in his heart, and the wound had deadened his sensibilities in all other respects, while it had slightly disturbed the balance of his faculties. It is hard to believe that he would have spoken of his dead wife as he did, if he had realised exactly what Greifenstein felt towards him.
'I thank you. He took the revolver from the case, examined it attentively and then slipped it into his breast-pocket. 'I thank you, he repeated. 'I do not possess one. Greifenstein wondered whether Rieseneck would have the courage to act upon the suggestion. To him there was nothing horrible in the idea.
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