six passed that morning in the Castle of Zenda.
At six the Constable awoke and knocked at the door; Rudolf Rassendyll opened it.
"Slept well?" asked Sapt.
"Not a wink," answered Rudolf cheerfully.
"I thought you had more nerve."
"It wasn't want of nerve that kept me awake," said Mr. Rassendyll.
Sapt, with a pitying shrug, looked round. The curtains of the window were half- drawn. The table was moved nearer to the wall, and the armchair by it was well in shadow, being quite close to the curtains.
"There's plenty of room for you behind," said Rudolf; "and when Rischenheim is seated in his chair opposite to mine, you can put your barrel against his head by just stretching out your hand. And of course I can do the same."
"Yes, it looks well enough," said Sapt, with an approving nod.
"What about the beard?"
"Bernenstein is to tell him you've shaved this morning."
"Will he believe that?"
"Why not? For his own sake he'd better believe everything."
And if we have to kill him?
"We must run for it. The King would be furious."
"He's fond of him?"
