Simon became a little confused under the combined influence of his own seductive memories and Sapt’s brusque exhortations. “As I was saying, madam,” he resumed, “the boar led us a long way, but at last the hounds pulled him down, and his majesty himself gave the coup de grace. Well, then it was very late.” “It’s no earlier now,” grumbled the constable. “And the king, although indeed, madam, his majesty was so gracious as to say that no huntsman whom his majesty had ever had, had given his majesty--” “God help us!” groaned the constable. Simon shot an apprehensive apologetic glance at Colonel Sapt. The constable was frowning ferociously. In spite of the serious matters in hand I could not forbear a smile, while young Bernenstein broke into an audible laugh, which he tried to smother with his hand. “Yes, the king was very tired, Simon?” said the queen, at once encouraging him and bringing him back to the point with a woman’s skill. “Yes, madam, the king was very tired; and as we chanced to kill near the hunting-lodge--” I do not know whether Simon noticed any change in the manner of his audience. But the queen looked up with parted lips, and I believe that we three all drew a step nearer him. Sapt did not interrupt this time. “Yes, madam, the king was very tired, and as we chanced to kill near the hunting-lodge, the king bade us carry our quarry there, and come back to dress it to-morrow; so we obeyed, and here we are--that is, except Herbert, my brother, who stayed with the king by his majesty’s orders. Because, madam, Herbert is a handy fellow, and my good mother taught him to cook a steak and--” “Stayed where with the king?” roared Sapt. “Why, at the hunting-lodge, Constable. The king stays there to-night, and will ride back tomorrow morning with Herbert. That, madam, is the king’s message.” We had come to it at last, and it was something to come to. Simon gazed from face to face. I saw him, and I understood at once that our feelings must be speaking too plainly. So I took on myself to dismiss him, saying: “Thanks, Simon, thanks: we understand.” He bowed to the queen; she roused herself, and added her thanks to mine. Simon withdrew, looking still a little puzzled. After we were left alone, there was a moment’s silence. Then I said: “Suppose Rupert--” The Constable of Zenda broke in with a short laugh. “On my life,” said he, “how things fall out! We say he will go to the hunting-lodge, and--he goes!” “If Rupert goes--if Rischenheim doesn’t stop him!” I urged again. The queen rose from her seat and stretched out her hands towards us. “Gentlemen, my letter!” said she. Sapt wasted no time. “Bernenstein,” said he, “you stay here as we arranged. Nothing is altered. Horses for Fritz and myself in five minutes.” Bernenstein turned and shot like an arrow along the terrace towards the stables. “Nothing is altered, madam,” said Sapt, “except that we must be there before Count Rupert.”