Now none spoke. The queen’s eyes never left my face. “Yes, he’s dead.” said I; and I watched her eyes still. For a long while (or long it seemed) they were on my face; at last, as though drawn by some irresistible force, they turned away. I followed the new line they took. She looked at Rudolf Rassendyll, and he at her. Helga had taken out her handkerchief, and, utterly upset by the horror and shock, was lying back in a low chair, sobbing half-hysterically; I saw the swift look that passed from the queen to her lover, carrying in it grief, remorse, and most unwilling joy. He did not speak to her, but put out his hand and took hers. She drew it away almost sharply, and covered her face with both hands. Rudolf turned to me. “When was it?” “Last night.” “And the.... He’s at the lodge?” “Yes, with Sapt and James.” I was recovering my senses and my coolness. “Nobody knows yet,” I said. “We were afraid you might be taken for him by somebody. But, my God, Rudolf, what’s to be done now?” Mr. Rassendyll’s lips were set firm and tight. He frowned slightly, and his blue eyes wore a curious entranced expression. He seemed to me to be forgetful of everything, even of us who were with him, in some one idea that possessed him. The queen herself came nearer to him and lightly touched his arm with her hand. He started as though surprised, then fell again into his reverie. “What’s to be done, Rudolf?” I asked again. “I’m going to kill Rupert of Hentzau,” he said. “The rest we’ll talk of afterwards.” He walked rapidly across the room and rang the bell. “Clear those people away,” he ordered. “Tell them that I want to be quiet. Then send a closed carriage round for me. Don’t be more than ten minutes.” The servant received his peremptory orders with a low bow, and left us. The queen, who had been all this time outwardly calm and composed, now fell into a great agitation, which even the consciousness of our presence could not enable her to hide. “Rudolf, must you go? Since--since this has happened--” “Hush, my dearest lady,” he whispered. Then he went on more loudly, “I won’t quit Ruritania a second time leaving Rupert of Hentzau alive. Fritz, send word to Sapt that the king is in Strelsau--he will understand--and that instructions from the king will follow by midday. When I have killed Rupert, I shall visit the lodge on my way to the frontier.” He turned to go, but the queen, following, detained him for a minute. “You’ll come and see me before you go?” she pleaded. “But I ought not,” said he, his resolute eyes suddenly softening in a marvelous fashion. “You will?” “Yes, my queen.” Then I sprang up, for a sudden dread laid hold on me. “Heavens, man,” I cried, “what if he kills you--there in the Konigstrasse?” Rudolf turned to me; there was a look of surprise on his face. “He won’t kill me,” he answered.