"You think it's certain he's there?"
"Very probable. Besides the fact of those three being there, the drawbridge is kept up and no one goes in without an order from young Hentzau or Black Michael himself. We must tie Fritz up."
"I'll go to Zenda," said I.
"You're mad."
"Some day."
"Oh, perhaps. You'll very likely stay there, if you do."
"That may be, my friend," said I carelessly.
"His Majesty looks sulky," observed Sapt. "How's the love affair?"
"Damn you, hold your tongue!" I said.
He looked at me for a moment; then he lit his pipe. It was quite true that I was in a bad temper, and I went on perversely:
"Wherever I go I'm dogged by half a dozen fellows."
"I know you are; I send 'em," he replied composedly.
"What for?"
"Well," said Sapt, puffing away, "it wouldn't
