The Emperor, who wore the uniform of the Guards, looked pale and troubled, yet in his eyes there was a keen, determined look. As I passed the sentries and entered the lofty study, with its upholstery and walls of pale green damask--that room from which the Empire and the whole world have so often been addressed--the Kaiser broke off short in his conversation. Turning to me as he still sat at his littered table, he said in that quick, impetuous way of his: "Count Heltzendorff, the Crown-Prince has informed me of what has occurred this evening in the Lennestrasse. I wish you to convey this at once to Count von Leutenberg and to give it into his own hand. There is no reply." And His Majesty handed me a rather bulky envelope addressed in his own bold handwriting, and bearing his own private cipher impressed in black wax. Thus commanded, I bowed, withdrew, and took a taxicab straight to the Lennestrasse, being ushered by Josef into the presence of husband and wife in that same room I had quitted a couple of hours before. I handed the Count the packet the Emperor had given me, and with trembling fingers he tore it open. From within he drew three letters, those same letters which his wife had written to London, and which had been intercepted by the Secret Service--the letters which I had read in his Highness's room. As he scanned the lines which the Emperor had penned his face blanched. A loud cry of dismay escaped his wife as she recognized her own letters, and she snatched the note from her husband's hand and also read it. The light died instantly from her beautiful countenance. Then, turning to me, she said in a hoarse, hopeless tone: "Thank you, Count von Heltzendorff. Tell His Majesty the Emperor that his command shall be--yes, it shall be obeyed." Those last words she spoke in a deep, hoarse whisper, a strange, wild look of desperation in her blue eyes. An hour later I reported again at the Imperial Palace, was granted audience of the Emperor, and gave him the verbal reply. His Majesty uttered no word, merely nodding his head slowly in approval. Next afternoon a painful sensation was caused throughout Berlin when the _Abendpost_ published the news that Count von Leutenberg, the man so recently promoted by the Emperor, and his pretty wife had both been found dead in their room. During the night they had evidently burned some papers, for the tinder was found in the stove, and having agreed to die together, they being so much attached during life, they had both taken prussic acid in some wine, the bottle and half-emptied glasses being still upon the table.