"Ah, but what?" asked the Constable.
Suddenly breaking on their ears came a loud knock at the door. Absorbed in their own thoughts, they had not noticed two men riding up to the lodge. The visitors wore the green and gold of the King's huntsmen; the one who had knocked was Simon, the chief huntsman, and brother of Herbert who lay dead in the little room inside.
"Rather dangerous!" muttered the Constable of Zenda as he hurried to the door, James following him.
Simon was astonished when Sapt opened the door.
"Beg pardon, Constable, but I want to see Herbert. Can I go in?" And he jumped down from his horse, throwing the reins to his companion.
"What's the good of your going in?" asked Sapt. "Herbert's not here."
"Not here? Then where is he?"
"Why, he went with the King this morning."
"Oh, he went with the King, sir? Then he's in Strelsau, I suppose?"
"If you know that, Simon, you're wiser than I am."
"But the King is in Strelsau, sir."
"The deuce he is! He said nothing of going to Strelsau. He rose early and rode off with Herbert, merely saying they would be back to-night."
