‘I will not criticise your attitude,’ replied the Prince. ‘I desire that, between you and me, all should be done gently; for I have not forgotten, my old friend, that you were kind to me from the first, and for a period of years a faithful servant. I will thus dismiss the matters on which you waive immediate inquiry. But you have certain papers actually in your hand. Come, Herr Greisengesang, there is at least one point for which you have authority. Enlighten me on that.’ ‘On that?’ cried the old gentleman. ‘O, that is a trifle; a matter, your Highness, of police; a detail of a purely administrative order. These are simply a selection of the papers seized upon the English traveller.’ ‘Seized?’ echoed Otto. ‘In what sense? Explain yourself.’ ‘Sir John Crabtree,’ interposed Gotthold, looking up, ‘was arrested yesterday evening.’ ‘It this so, Herr Cancellarius?’ demanded Otto sternly. ‘It was judged right, your Highness,’ protested Greisengesang. ‘The decree was in due form, invested with your Highness’s authority by procuration. I am but an agent; I had no status to prevent the measure.’ ‘This man, my guest, has been arrested,’ said the Prince. ‘On what grounds, sir? With what colour of pretence?’ The Chancellor stammered. ‘Your Highness will perhaps find the reason in these documents,’ said Gotthold, pointing with the tail of his pen. Otto thanked his cousin with a look. ‘Give them to me,’ he said, addressing the Chancellor. But that gentleman visibly hesitated to obey. ‘Baron von Gondremark,’ he said, ‘has made the affair his own. I am in this case a mere messenger; and as such, I am not clothed with any capacity to communicate the documents I carry. Herr Doctor, I am convinced you will not fail to bear me out.’ ‘I have heard a great deal of nonsense,’ said Gotthold, ‘and most of it from you; but this beats all.’ ‘Come, sir,’ said Otto, rising, ‘the papers. I command.’ Herr Greisengesang instantly gave way. ‘With your Highness’s permission,’ he said, ‘and laying at his feet my most submiss apologies, I will now hasten to attend his further orders in the Chancery.’ ‘Herr Cancellarius, do you see this chair?’ said Otto. ‘There is where you shall attend my further orders. O, now, no more!’ he cried, with a gesture, as the old man opened his lips. ‘You have sufficiently marked your zeal to your employer; and I begin to weary of a moderation you abuse.’ The Chancellor moved to the appointed chair and took his seat in silence. ‘And now,’ said Otto, opening the roll, ‘what is all this? it looks like the manuscript of a book.’ ‘It is,’ said Gotthold, ‘the manuscript of a book of travels.’ ‘You have read it, Doctor Hohenstockwitz?’ asked the Prince. ‘Nay, I but saw the title-page,’ replied Gotthold. ‘But the roll was given to me open, and I heard no word of any secrecy.’ Otto dealt the Chancellor an angry glance.