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The first bundle caught Juve's attention. It was endorsed "Royal Palace Hotel Case." "Anything new about the robbery from Mme. Van den Rosen and Princess Sonia Danidoff?" he enquired, and as the magistrate shook his head, he added, "Are you going to examine Muller now?" "Yes," said the magistrate; "at once."
"Yes." "What do you think of it? I almost never read novels but I suppose I must tackle that one. Did you like it?" "Quite well," said Annie. "Tell me what is it all about?" Annie could endure no more. "It will spoil the book for you if I tell you, Mr. von Rosen," said she, and her voice was at once firm and piteous. She could not tell the story of her own book to him.
His fame, owing to such heralds as Efrem Zimbalist, Mischa Elman, Kathleen Parlow, Eddy Brown, Francis MacMillan, and more recently Sascha Heifetz, Toscha Seidel, and Max Rosen, had long since preceded him; and the reception accorded him in this country, as a soloist and one of the greatest exponents and teachers of his instrument, has been one justly due to his authority and preëminence.
The Persian cat came and sat in front of him, and gazed at him with jewel-like eyes. There was an expression of almost human anxiety and curiosity upon the animal's face. He came from a highly developed race; he and his forbears had always been with humans. At times it seemed to Von Rosen as if the cat had a dumb knowledge of the most that he himself knew.
But when they came to the last verse, the voices choked, and the piano became silent. Rosen Blumen and Lila came in and found them all weeping; and when their brother pressed them in his arms and whispered to them the cause of all this sorrow, they cried as if their hearts were breaking. Then their mother summoned all her resolution, and became a comforter.
"Alice." "Well, little Annie?" "I am going to be married, to Mr. Von Rosen." Alice started ever so slightly. "You are a lucky girl," she whispered, "and he is a lucky man." Alice flickered out of sight down the street like a white moonbeam and Annie stole into the house. She dared not lock the door behind her lest she arouse somebody.
"Well, you can either play hookey from church, or run away Sunday afternoons, or if you prefer and she is able, I will drive your grandmother over here and you can play pinocle in my study." "Then I do think she will live to be a hundred," said Annie with a peal of laughter. "Stop laughing and kiss me," said Von Rosen. "I seldom kiss anybody." "That is the reason."
When they reached the walls, they found them crowded with the inhabitants. Outside were a multitude of women, children, and old men. These General Rosen, with a refinement of cruelty, had swept in from the country round and driven under the walls, where they were left to starve, unless the garrison would take them in, and divide their scanty supply of food with them.
He reached down and patted the shapely golden head, but the cat withdrew, curled himself into a coil of perfect luxuriousness, with the firelight casting a warm, rosy glow upon his golden beauty, purred a little while, then sank into the mystery of animal sleep. Von Rosen sat listening. He told himself that Sturtevant should be back within half an hour.
"It is not goodness which counts to one's credit when one is simply chucked into it by Providence," he returned. Annie laughed. "To think of your speaking of Providence as 'chucking." "It is rather awful," admitted Von Rosen, "but somehow I never do feel as if I need be quite as straight-laced with you."
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