"Even if my master is not killed, it will be difficult for us to get the King killed at the right time, and by means that will seem plausible."
Sapt seemed to fall into the humour of the speculation.
"That's all very true. But if Mr. Rassendyll is to be King, it will be both awkward and difficult to dispose of the King's body and of this poor fellow Herbert," said he, sucking at his pipe.
Again James paused for a little while before he remarked:
"I am, of course, sir, only discussing the matter by way of passing the time. It would probably be wrong to carry any such plan into effect."
"It might be, but let us discuss it—to pass the time," said Sapt; and he leant forward, looking into the servant's quiet shrewd face.
"Well, then, sir, since it amuses you, let us say that the King came to the lodge last night, and was joined there by his friend Mr. Rassendyll."
"And did I come too?"
"You, sir, came also, in attendance on the King."
"Well, and you, James? You came. How came you?"
"Why, sir, by the Count of Tarlenheim's orders, to wait on Mr. Rassendyll, the King's friend. Now the King,
