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THE PRISONER OF ZENDA.
"It was something that fellow said to me," said I; but I was smiling as we reached the doors and dismounted.
There a servant handed me a note; it was unaddressed.
"Is it for me?" I asked.
"Yes, sire; a boy brought it."
I tore it open:
Johann carries this for me. I warned you once. In the name of God, and if you are a man, rescue me from this den of murderers!
A. de M.
I handed it to Sapt; but all that the tough old soul said in reply to this piteous appeal was:
"Whose fault brought her there?"
Nevertheless, not being faultless myself, I took leave to pity Antoinette de Mauban.
