"I am a little upset, sire," stammered Rischenheim, and truly enough.
"Well, tell me about the dogs while I eat, for I'm hungry."
Rischenheim began to disclose his secret. His statement was decidedly wanting in clearness. The king grew impatient.
"I don't understand," said he testily, and he pushed his chair back so quickly that Sapt skipped away, and hid the revolver behind his back.
"Sire—" cried Rischenheim, half rising. A cough from Lieutenant von Bernenstein interrupted him.
"Tell it me all over again," said the king.
Rischenheim did as he was bid.
"Ah, I understand a little better now. Do you see, Sapt?" and he turned his head round towards the constable. Sapt had just time to whisk the revolver away. The count leant forward towards the king. Lieutenant von Bernenstein coughed. The count sank back again.
"Perfectly, sire," said Colonel Sapt. "I understand all the count wishes to convey to your Majesty."
"Well, I understand about half," said the king with a laugh. "But perhaps that'll be enough."
"I think quite enough, sire," answered Sapt with a smile.
The important matter of the dogs being thus disposed of, the king recollected that the count had asked for an audience on a matter of business.
"Now, what did you wish to say to me?" he asked, with a weary air. The dogs had been more interesting.
Rischenheim looked at Sapt. The revolver was in its place; Bernenstein coughed again. Yet he saw a chance.
"Your pardon, sire," said he, "but we are not alone."
The king lifted his eyebrows.
"Is the business so private?" he asked.
"I should prefer to tell if to your Majesty alone," pleaded the count.
Now Sapt was resolved not to leave Rischenheim alone with the king, for, although the count, being robbed of his evidence, could do little harm concerning the letter, he would doubtless tell the king that Rudolf Rassendyll was in the castle. He leant now over the king's shoulder, and said with a sneer:
"Messages from Rupert of Hentzau are too exalted matters for my poor ears, it seems."
The king flushed red.
"Is that your business, my lord?" he asked Rischenheim sternly.
"Your Majesty does not know what my cousin"
"It is the old plea?" interrupted the king. "He wants to come back? Is that all, or is there anything else?"
A moment's silence followed the king's words. Sapt looked full at Rischenheim, and smiled as he slightly raised his right hand and showed the revolver. Bernenstein coughed twice. Rischenheim sat twisting his fingers. He understood that, cost what it might, they would not let him declare his errand to the king or betray Mr. Rassendyll's presence. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth as if to speak, but still he remained silent.
"Well, my lord, is it the old story or something new?" asked the king impatiently.
Again Rischenheim sat silent.
"Are you dumb, my lord?" cried the king most impatiently.
"It—it is—only what you call the old story, sire."
"Then let me say that you have treated me very badly in obtaining an audience of me for any such purpose," said the king. "You knew my decision, and your cousin knows it." Thus speaking, the king rose; Sapt's revolver slid into his pocket; but Lieutenant von Bernenstein drew his sword and stood at the salute; he also coughed.
"My dear Rischenheim," pursued the king more kindly, "I can allow for your natural affection. But, believe me, in this case it misleads you. Do me the favor not to open this subject again to me."
Rischenheim, humiliated and angry, could do nothing but bow in acknowledgment of the king's rebuke.
"Colonel Sapt, see that the count is well entertained. My horse should be at the door by now. Farewell, Count. Bernenstein, give me your arm."
Bernenstein shot a rapid glance at the constable. Sapt nodded reassuringly. Bernenstein sheathed his sword and gave his arm to the king. They passed through the door, and Bernenstein closed it with a backward push of his hand. But at this moment Rischenheim, goaded to fury and desperate at the trick played on him—seeing, moreover, that he had now only one man to deal with—made a sudden rush at the door. He reached it, and his hand was on the door-knob. But Sapt was upon him, and Sapt's revolver was at his ear.
In the passage the king stopped.
"What are they doing in there?" he
