The Archduke Maurice lay in a room of austere simplicity. A writing-table, a tiny dressing-table, three chairs, and a narrow iron bed were all its furniture. Only three small rugs lay on the floor. At the head of the bed a man stood watching. The Archduchess was on her knees, her face pressed to her husband’s body, and she sobbed violently. The Archduke Leopold looked at Reggie, made a gesture towards her, and said, “My dear Ianthe!” She looked up flushed and tear stained. “I beg your pardon, madame. This is dangerous to the patient,” Reggie said. She gave a stifled cry and rushed out of the room. The Archduke Leopold seemed to intend to stay, but in a moment the voice of the Archduchess was heard calling for him. “Better go to her, sir. Keep her out of here,” Reggie said, and turned to his patient. It was obvious that the Archduke did not relish so brusque an order. But the passionate voice was not to be denied. The man by the bed and Reggie took each other’s measure. “English?” said Reggie. “Yes, sir. Holt, I am. The Archduke’s valet.” “You undressed him?” “Yes, sir. Was that wrong?” “Depends how you did it.” Reggie began his examination. The Archduke Maurice was a big man. That is a habit in his family. He had their fairness, but even in coma his cheeks showed more colour than his brother Leopold’s, and his yellow hair and beard had a reddish glow. A bold, honest face with plenty of brow. Reggie went over his body with an anatomical enthusiasm for so splendid a specimen. “Get me some warm water, will you?” Holt went out of the room. Reggie bent over the broad chest. From it, from just above the heart, he drew out a thin sliver of steel. He made a face at it and put it away. Holt came back, and there was sponging and bandaging. “You washed him before, I see. Any one else touched him but you?” “Only carrying him, sir. I’ve been with him the whole time. I found him.” “Oh. Lying on his face, I suppose?” “No, sir. On his back. Just like he is now.” “Oh. Notice anything?” “No, sir, I wish I had. I’d like to have the handling of the bounder that did it.” “Well, well, we mustn’t get excited. Preserve absolute calm, Holt. He’s well liked, is he?” “Why, sir, we’d do anything for him. He--oh, he’s a gentleman.” “Quite so. You mustn’t leave him a moment. No one--see, no one--is to come into the room. I’ll be back soon.” “Very good, sir. Beg pardon, sir.” The good Holt flushed. “What’s the verdict?” “It’s not all over yet!” Reggie went downstairs. And it appeared to him that he interrupted the Archduke and the Archduchess in a quarrel. But the Archduke was very pleased to see him, effusive in offering a chair, and so forth. Reggie was not gratified. “I must have nurses, sir,” he announced. “I should like another opinion.” “You see!” the Archduchess cried. “It is as I told you. This boy!”