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"Plotting?" she asked with a gay little smile, shaking her bamboo crop at them. "You look like surprised conspirators. Major Carter, I'll have to claim your escort this morning. Casimir is still asleep. I'm afraid Lady Natalie danced him to death last night, the will-o'-the-wisp. His Majesty has his duties for some hours to come, as I can tell by that portentous frown on Sobieska's face.
Very much at his ease, he could have dispensed with questions just then. "Professional jealousy, I suppose," he replied. "When it comes to knowledge of Russian movements," he went on to explain, "that's Sobieska's department, mind you, but somehow Josef is always hours ahead of him through some source of his own. Naturally Sobieska takes the chance to rub a miscue in on the old chap."
A gray-haired sergeant entered. "A corporal and file," was Sobieska's command. Carter straightened himself haughtily. Were they going to arrest him for this forgery? "Count Sobieska," he began indignantly, while Johann's dull eyes brightened. "Wait, please," was the Minister's only comment. Carter turned to Her Grace to remonstrate against such an indignity, but her head was turned from him.
If Carter was distrustful of the emissary she had chosen, he was well aware that his vague misgivings would find no other reception than coldness did he even dare to hint at them. He turned to find Sobieska's look of pseudo-indolence upon him. "Have I your permission, Highness, to make Captain Carter acquainted with some of his brother officers?" queried the Minister of Private Intelligence.
He reached out and caught Sobieska's hand and wrung it with the fervor he would fain have loosed in a cheer. "Thank God," he said vehemently. "Are we going to her, now?" Sobieska nodded an affirmative. "Is it far?" "Not over two miles." "And you intend to walk? Great Scott, man, do you think I have lead in my veins instead of blood?"
Had he lived he had been a farcical king, but dead he was as imposing as the grandest monarch of them all. Sorrowfully they turned and left the mortuary. Returning to Sobieska's office, impelled by the necessities of the moment, they plunged into the plans for an immediate flight from the castle. "The highways are already swarming with Cossacks," said Zulka.
"But Carrick?" he objected, as he looked down at the lifeless figure in his arms. "Bring him in," she replied. "Though too late to do him further service, Krovitch shall not forget his devotion and his sacrifice." They opened and entered the door of Sobieska's office.
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