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Zulka is a Krovitzer. Has a mediæval castle at Schallberg. Capital, I think it is. Saunderson the newspaper fellow let fall a hint that there was going to be a big fight over there. That was after Zulka went abroad so suddenly. They're going to try and restore the ancient monarchy or something. Hand me that volume of the Encyclopedia 'H-o-r' to 'L-i-b' I think will cover it. I'll look up Krovitch.
But failing to emphasize his disinterestedness, he added to his monosyllabic exclamation a query in a studied tone of unconcern. "What's that got to do with us, old chap?" Zulka leaned forward confidentially as he laid a friendly hand upon the other's knee. "She's for neither you nor me, Cal," he said regretfully. "She must marry a man she has never seen for the sake of a country that she adores.
Zulka, having made his devoirs to the sovereign, now approached his friend. "Surprised, Cal?" he queried. "I surely am, Zulka. How " Carter began when he was interrupted by the Count who laid a friendly hand upon his shoulder. "Things are moving," said the Krovitzer with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm busy, ask Carrick." He chuckled as if it were a huge joke.
Divested of his fancied power, Delmotte was again the amiable boulevardier, as could be seen by the manner in which he received the plaudits of the men, with whom he now was rated as a comrade-in-arms. Zulka, meanwhile, having learned how Sobieska had unearthed Carrick's claims to the crown, had approached and lifted the lifeless hand to his lips.
Carter related the affair from the time of their first meeting with Josef, at that very inn, to the time when Zulka's timely appearance put an end to their trial. "The rest you know," he concluded. Zulka opened his cigarette case, selected one and after knocking the end of it two or three times against the metal lid without putting it in his mouth, looked up at his friend.
In the flash of an eye it had all happened. Forgetting court etiquette in his rush, Zulka grasped his friend's hand and shook it vigorously. "You," he said half doubting his own senses. "Here? Will wonders never cease? Carrick, too," and a friendly nod greeted the grinning and relieved Cockney. The recognition was complete.
A subtle change flickered across the wide expanse of the innkeeper's face, while a tinge of suspicion added a chill to his immediate inquiry. "Monsieur would pay well doubtless?" He eyed the tourist narrowly. "Who is it, monsieur?" "I'd give ten golden florins to know where to find Count Paul Zulka. Do you know him?" The boniface gasped and grew apoplectic.
They pressed forward, excepting Josef, who, in the prevailing excitement slipped from the room. His escape was unnoticed for the time being, as Zulka, struggling to his feet, told them the story of the attack upon the capital and the death blow to their hopes. "You left your post alive, Paul," said Her Highness reproachfully.
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.
"Here's what he says: "MY DEAR MAJOR CARTER: "When Her Grace, under your escort, left us on the road to the charcoal burner's we had a desperate fight. Muhlen-Sarkey, after giving a good account of himself, fell like the noble gentleman he was and jested with death. Zulka was killed in a three-to-one fight. Delmotte fell badly wounded but not seriously. Casimir and the rest were killed.
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