Bernenstein's remark, "Only Bauer now!". If I could secure Bauer we were safe. Safe in what? I did not answer to myself, but the old idea was working in me. Safe in our secret and safe in our plan—in the plan on which we all, we here in the city, and those two at the hunting - lodge, had set our minds! Bauer's death, Bauer's capture, Bauer's silence however procured, would clear the greatest hindrance from its way.
Bauer stared intently at the house; I crept cautiously up behind him. His hand was in his trousers’ pocket; where the curve of the elbow came there was a space between arm and body. I slipped in my left arm and hooked it firmly inside his. He turned round and saw me.
"Thus we meet again, Bauer," said I.
He was for a moment flabbergasted, and stared stupidly at me.
"Are you also hoping to see the King?" I asked.
He began to recover himself. A slow cunning smile spread over his face.
"The King?" he asked.
"Well, he's in Strelsau, isn't he? Who gave you the wound on your head?"
Bauer moved his arm as though he meant to withdraw it from my grasp. He found himself tightly held.
"Where's that bag of mine?" I asked.
I do not know what he would have
