After our return to the Palace the Crown-Prince, who was standing in one of the corridors talking with the slim, fair-haired Baroness von Wedel, one of his wife's ladies-in-waiting, left her and beckoned me into an adjoining room. "I wish you, Heltzendorff, to call upon the Countess von Leutenberg at nine o'clock to-morrow evening. She will expect you." I looked at his Highness, much puzzled. How did he know that the pretty Countess would expect me? But he gave me no time to reply, merely turning upon his heel, and striding down the corridor to the private apartments. Punctually at nine o'clock that wintry evening I called at the Lennestrasse, but Josef, the elderly manservant, informed me that his mistress was engaged, adding that His Imperial Highness the Crown-Prince had paid a surprise call. "The Crown-Prince here!" I gasped, astounded. "Yes, Count. And, further, my mistress is in high glee, for my master returned this morning quite unexpectedly from London. He has been out at the Ministry for Foreign Affairs all the evening, and I expect him home at any moment. The Crown-Prince ordered me to ask you to await him here." Count von Leutenberg in Berlin! What did it mean? He was absurdly jealous, I recollected. He might return at any moment and find the Crown-Prince alone in the Countess's drawing-room. If so, the situation might certainly be a most unpleasant one. Hardly had the thought crossed my mind when I heard the Count enter, his spurs clinking and his sabre rattling as he strode up the stairs. I crept forth, listening breathlessly. A few seconds later I heard the Count's voice raised in anger and high, bitter words. Next moment I sprang up the stairs and, dashing into the room, found the pretty Countess standing near the window, white and rigid as a statue, while the two men in uniform faced each other. Von Leutenberg's countenance was distorted with rage as he abused the Crown-Prince, and openly charged him with having brought about his exile to London. His Highness made no reply, but only smiled sarcastically and shrugged his narrow shoulders. So enraged the other became at this latter gesture that, with a sudden movement, he drew his sword. The Countess shrieked and swooned as I sprang forward and stayed her husband's hand. It was a dramatic moment. The Count instantly realized the enormity of his crime, and his hand dropped. "Enough!" cried the Crown-Prince, waving his adversary aside. Then, turning to me, he said in a calm, hard voice: "Heltzendorff, you are witness that this man has drawn his sword upon the heir to the Throne." And with those haughty words he bowed stiffly and strode out of the room. Two hours later I was commanded to the Kaiser's presence, and found him in counsel with his son.