Rudolf came nearer to him, fixing his eyes steadily on his prisoner’s face. “I don’t know,” he continued, “why you are in this business, my lord. Your cousin’s motives I know well. But I wonder that they seemed to you great enough to justify the ruin of an unhappy lady who is your queen. Be assured that I will die sooner than let that letter reach the king’s hand.” Rischenheim made him no answer. “Are you armed?” asked Rudolf. Rischenheim sullenly flung his revolver on the table. Bernenstein came forward and took it. “Keep him here, Bernenstein. When I return I’ll tell you what more to do. If I don’t return, Fritz will be here soon, and you and he must make your own plans.” “He sha’n’t give me the slip a second time,” said Bernenstein. “We hold ourselves free,” said Rudolf to Rischenheim, “to do what we please with you, my lord. But I have no wish to cause your death, unless it be necessary. You will be wise to wait till your cousin’s fate is decided before you attempt any further steps against us.” And with a slight bow he left the prisoner in Bernenstein’s charge, and went back to the room where the queen awaited him. Helga was with her. The queen sprang up to meet him. “I mustn’t lose a moment,” he said. “All that crowd of people know now that the king is here. The news will filter through the town in no time. We must send word to Sapt to keep it from the king’s ears at all costs: I must go and do my work, and then disappear.” The queen stood facing him. Her eyes seemed to devour his face; but she said only: “Yes, it must be so.” “You must return to the palace as soon as I am gone. I shall send out and ask the people to disperse, and then I must be off.” “To seek Rupert of Hentzau?” “Yes.” She struggled for a moment with the contending feelings that filled her heart. Then she came to him and seized hold of his hand. “Don’t go,” she said in low trembling tones. “Don’t go, Rudolf. He’ll kill you. Never mind the letter. Don’t go: I had rather a thousand times that the king had it than that you should.... Oh, my dear, don’t go!” “I must go,” he said softly. Again she began to implore him, but he would not yield. Helga moved towards the door, but Rudolf stopped her. “No,” he said; “you must stay with her; you must go to the palace with her.” Even as he spoke they heard the wheels of a carriage driven quickly to the door. By now I had met Anton von Strofzin and heard from him that the king was at my house. As I dashed up the news was confirmed by the comments and jokes of the crowd. “Ah, he’s in a hurry,” they said. “He’s kept the king waiting. He’ll get a wigging.” As may be supposed, I paid little heed to them. I sprang out and ran up the steps to the door. I saw my wife’s face at the window: she herself ran to the door and opened it for me. “Good God,” I whispered, “do all these people know he’s here, and take him for the king?” “Yes,” she said. “We couldn’t help it. He showed himself at the door.”