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He had taken a fancy to the alert, ready little fellow. James smoked for a moment, and then took his pipe from his mouth. "I was thinking, sir, that since the king is dead " He paused. "The king is no doubt dead, poor fellow," said Sapt, nodding. "That since he's certainly dead, and since my master, Mr. Rassendyll, is alive " "So far as we know, James," Sapt reminded him.
"Perhaps they'll cut mine," I suggested. "Nothing more likely," agreed Sapt. "Who are here, Fritz?" "De Gautet, Bersonin, and Detchard." "The foreigners! It's as plain as a pikestaff. He's brought them, and left the Ruritanians with the King; that's because he wants to commit the Ruritanians as deep as he can." "They were none of them among our friends at the lodge, then?" I asked.
And Flavia caught at my hand and kissed it, murmuring: "Amen! Good God, Amen!" We went into the ballroom again. Forced to receive adieus, I was separated from Flavia: everyone, when they left me, went to her. Sapt was out and in of the throng, and where he had been, glances, smiles, and whispers were rife.
I wonder, my lord, that you didn't notice that the flag was hauled down." "Tut, man, I wasn't staring at the keep. Give me the letter." For I saw that the clue to this fresh puzzle must lie under the cover of Sapt's letter. That letter I must myself carry to Sapt, and without loss of time. "Give you the letter, my lord? But, pardon me, you're not the constable." He laughed a little.
Sapt, with a most perfunctory bow to the queen, came straight to where Rudolf stood. "Is he dead?" he asked, without preface. "Yes, Rupert is dead," answered Mr. Rassendyll: "I killed him." "And the letter?" "I burnt it." "And Rischenheim?" The queen struck in. "The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim will say and do nothing against me," she said. Sapt lifted his brows a little.
"Yes, it looks well enough," said Sapt, with an approving nod. "What about the beard?" "Bernenstein is to tell him you've shaved this morning." "Will he believe that?" "Why not? For his own sake he'd better believe everything." "And if we have to kill him?" "We must run for it. The king would be furious." "He's fond of him?" "You forget. He wants to know about the dogs." "True.
Josef will look after them both later on." Then I burst out laughing, and even old Sapt grimly smiled. "I fancy," said he, "that when Josef tells them the King is gone they'll think it is because we smelt a rat. For you may swear Black Michael doesn't expect to see him in Strelsau today." I put the King's helmet on my head. Old Sapt handed me the King's sword, looking at me long and carefully.
"We're an hour early," said Sapt. "We'll send word forward for your Majesty's arrival, for there'll be no one here to meet us yet. And meanwhile " "Meanwhile," said I, "the King'll be hanged if he doesn't have some breakfast." Old Sapt chuckled, and held out his hand. "You're an Elphberg, every inch of you," said he.
I looked at my watch the King's watch it was, of course. It was just eight. "I wonder if they've gone to look for us," I said. "I hope they won't find the King," said Fritz nervously, and this time it was Sapt who shrugged his shoulders. The train travelled well, and at half-past nine, looking out of the window, I saw the towers and spires of a great city.
"You might have known that from the handkerchiefs," he said. Then we came opposite the door of the wine-cellar. It was shut. It looked in all respects as it had looked when we left it that morning. "Come, it's all right," said I. A loud oath from Sapt rang out. His face turned pale, and he pointed again at the floor.
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