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"That is true!" replied the director joyfully, "and I may add it is entirely due to you, my dear Juve. Why, the other day, I was actually on the point of arresting Frederick-Christian, which would have been an unpardonable blunder." "Really?" "Yes. For since your departure, the identity of the King has been established beyond dispute.
Then, smilingly, he said: "Well, Sire, feel better?" "What!" stuttered Frederick-Christian, scarcely able to speak for indignation. "Yes," continued Wulf, "I'm glad to see you up; as for me, I'm all right ... but you must remember that I drank less than you did last night. I tell you they've capital vermouth here ... shall I order your Majesty a bottle?" "What's your name?" asked the King.
I've scarcely time to get back to my apartment, change into my kingly clothes and meet Wulf, to become once more His Majesty Frederick-Christian!" In his apartment in his own house, the extraordinary Marquis de Sérac, who was also the common Mme. Ceiron, was whispering to a person hidden behind the curtains.
He is menaced by powerful and terrible enemies." "I am ready to die for him," exclaimed Wulf. "What must I do?" "Oh, it's not necessary to die. All you have to do is to certify before the police authorities that the person you know as Frederick-Christian at the Royal Palace is actually the King." "I don't understand in the least what you mean!"
"How?... The King's apartment is surrounded by Secret Service men.... They take good care of His Majesty.... You were forgetting that!" "That's true," said Fandor, depressed. "So now I am actually a prisoner. Look here, Juve, what has become of this Frederick-Christian? Haven't you any clue to follow?" "No." "He can't have vanished into thin air. We must find him if it is humanly possible."
Frederick-Christian, more puzzled than ever by the turn of events, now turned his attention to his toilette. He was still in scanty attire and went behind his screen to continue dressing. At this moment a soft and charming voice spoke: "Sire, are you there? It is I ... Marie Pascal." Marie Pascal! Where had he heard that name before?
Slowly Frederick-Christian recalled the silhouette of a young woman ... with a fair skin and light hair ... The voice continued: "I am glad to know that you are better, Sire.
Frederick-Christian was growing suspicious. What did this extraordinary visit mean? Did they want to trap him into an unwary admission? "In the name of our love, say you don't believe me guilty!" The King hesitated. "I don't know.... I ..." He stopped short as Marie Pascal with a sudden movement flung down the screen.
The words were scarcely out of Fandor's mouth when the rapidly disappearing footsteps of the concièrge were heard clattering downstairs. Frederick-Christian, in a dazed condition, stood in the dining-room, mechanically drinking a liqueur. "Look here, what does this mean?" cried Fandor. The King looked at him with intense stupefaction, trying, it seemed, to co-ordinate his faculties.
The recent and prolonged absence of Frederick-Christian had given Prince Gudulfin the opportunity by which he had profited to advance his claims and conspire for the overthrow of the Government, with himself as the King of Hesse-Weimar. Therefore his presence was regarded as a great piece of audacity, and every eye was watching how the Prince would be received.
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