"We decide nothing," answered Sapt.
"Then what has Mr.—what has the King decided?"
"The King decides nothing, my lord. She decides," and the old fellow pointed again through the window towards the moon. "At this moment she makes or unmakes a king; but I can't tell you which. What of your cousin?"
"You know that my cousin's dead."
"Yes, I know that. What of him, though?"
"Sir," said Rischenheim with some dignity, "since he is dead, let him rest in peace. It is not for us to judge him."
"He may well wish it were. For, by heaven, I believe I should let the rogue off," said Colonel Sapt, "and I don't think his Judge will."
"God forgive him, I loved him," said Rischenheim. "Yes, and many have loved him. His servants loved him, sir."
"Friend Bauer, for example?"
"Yes, Bauer loved him. Where is Bauer?"
"I hope he is gone to hell with his loved master," grunted Sapt, but he had the grace to lower his voice and shield his mouth with his hand, so that Rischenheim did not hear.
"We don't know where he is," I answered.
"I am come," said Rischenheim, "to put my services in all respects at the Queen's disposal."
