"There’s Lady Beau. Behind the second column right of the entrance. And here’s Captain Courtley coming to hurry us up!" Courtley, smiling and unruffled as ever, dodged under the huge roseate elbow of an immense lady in Oriental kincob tissues. He gave his message, turned and dived back again. The rich, womanly baritone of Miss Saxham said, addressing von Herrnung: "Lady Wathe and Sir Thomas Brayham have gone on in Lady Wathe’s auto-brougham. Lord Norwater has done a bunk. Pretended he had an appointment; he’s been frightfully fed up with all of us this evening. Lady Beauvayse says her chauffeur is on the string all right, but about a million cars are ahead of him. Why did your Austrian Archduke and his wife go to that place in Bosnia if it wasn’t healthy for Royalties? Fancy!—they went to their deaths this Sunday morning! Why does one always forget it’s Sunday in Paris?" "That English Sunday of yours," exclaimed von Herrnung, "is very good to forget, I think!" She gave her deep, soft laugh. He went on rapidly: "Of the Archduke and the Duchess I tell you, since you have asked me.... They inspected the troops—regiments of the Austrian garrison. Then they drove in their automobile along the Appel Quay, towards the Sarajevo Town Hall. They are passing beneath the shade of an avenue of tamarind and oak trees when a bomb is thrown at them by a man hidden among the branches.... The Archduke is very prompt—he wards off the bomb with his arm. He is not then hurt, nor is the Duchess. But his _Adjutant_—in the car behind them—is wounded in the neck. When they arrive at the Town Hall the Mayor commences the address of welcome. To him Franz Ferdinand says angrily: ’_Halt den Mund!_ ... Shut up, you silly fellow! What the big devil is the use of your speeches? I came to Sarajevo on a visit, and I get bombs thrown at me.... It is too damned rotten for anything! ..." "Yes, yes! ... Go on!" She bit her lips, fighting a nervous impulse to laugh. "So the Imperial cortège drove away, and a student threw at the Archduke another bomb. It did not explode, so he shot him with an automatic revolver, an American Browning. The Duchess tried to cover him with her body, and the assassin shot her also. The Archduke begged her to live for their children, but both victims died as they were being taken to the Governor’s house.... They have arrested the assassins, he who tried to kill, and the fellow who succeeded.... They are both young, and men of Serb race. They are rebels all—they hate their Austrian rulers. Sarajevo is swarming with fellows of the same breed...." "What will the Austrian Government do to them, now they’ve caught them?"