Rushing upstairs, they had found Marengo guarding the dead body of Vogel, and me standing on the bed screaming. When my father caught me in his arms, I told all. Of Vogel's attempt to smother me, of the knife I had found in my pillow, and of the occurrence in the bell-tower. It must have been my subconscious intelligence speaking, for I remember nothing of it; but it was enough. "Then," said Joubert, "the General, with you tucked under his left arm, turned on the Baron. 'What is this?' said he. 'Assassination in the Schloss Lichtenberg!'" "'Liar!' cried the Baron. And before the word was well from his mouth, crack! the General had hit him open-fisted in the face, and the mark sprang up as if the General had hit him red-handed. Mordieu! I never saw a neater blow given, or one so taken, for the Baron never blinked. He just nodded his head, as if to say, 'Yes.' Then he put his arm in Count Hahn's, and the General turned to Major von der Goltz, and, taking him by the arm, followed the others. Then word came to pack up and have you ready, for we are leaving the schloss this night. Now then, vite!" "But, Joubert, I remember nothing of all that." "All what?" "Telling my father of Vogel and the bell." "Well, whether you remember it or not, there it is." "And the knife---- Joubert, did you not, you yourself, stick the knife in the pillow?" "I!" said Joubert. "When would you catch me playing such fool's tricks as that?" "Joubert." "Yes?" "I think I know why they wanted to kill me." "Why?" "Because they thought I would kill little Carl." Joubert grunted. "Here," said he, "hold up your foot till I lace that boot." Scarcely had he done so before General Hahn appeared at the door. "Dress the child, pack, and be ready to leave the schloss at once!" he cried to Joubert. "The horses are being got ready." "I have my orders," replied Joubert. He grumbled and talked to himself, and swore, as he got the rest of my clothes on, for I was quite unable to help myself. And then, when I was ready, he gave me a great, smacking kiss that nearly took my breath away, and his hand was shaky, and I had never seen it shake before, and he had never kissed me before in his life. Then he left me sitting on the bed, and I heard him in the next room, where the dead man was, packing my things. In the midst of all this, the castle clock struck eleven. And now from below came the trampling of horses, and the crash of wheels on gravel, and the harsh German voices of the servants. Doors banged, and a man came up, flung our door open, and cried: "Ready!" And Joubert, with a portmanteau on his shoulder, led me along by the hand down the corridor, the servant following with the rest of our luggage.