The hat was pulled down low over his forehead, but nevertheless beneath its rim there appeared a white bandage running round his head.

I could not see the face, but the bullet-shaped skull was very familiar to me.

I was sure from the first moment that the bandaged man was Bauer.

Saying nothing to Bernenstein, I began to steal round outside the crowd.

As I went, I heard somebody saying that it was all nonsense; the king was not there: what should the king do in such a house?
The answer was a reference to one of the first loungers; he replied that he did not know what the devil the king did there, but that the king or his double had certainly gone in, and had as certainly not yet come out again.