We were indeed awake to the fact that even Rupert's death would not make the secret safe.

Rischenheim, although for the moment a prisoner and helpless, was alive and could not be mewed up for ever; Bauer was we knew not where, free to act and free to talk.

Yet in our hearts we feared none but Rupert, and the doubt was not whether we could do the thing so much as whether we should.

For in moments of excitement and intense feeling a man makes light of obstacles which look large enough as he turns reflective eyes on them in the quiet of after-days.
A message in the king's name had persuaded the best part of the idle crowd to disperse reluctantly.

Rudolf himself had entered one of my carriages and driven off.