A glance at it showed him the queen's seal.

As he glanced Rupert made another effort.

The one hand, wearied out, gave way, and Mr.Rassendyll had no more than time to spring away, holding his prize.

The next moment he had his revolver in his hand--none too soon, for Rupert of Hentzau's barrel faced him, and they stood thus, opposite to one another, with no more than three or four feet between the mouths of their weapons.
There is, indeed, much that may be said against Rupert of Hentzau, the truth about him well-nigh forbidding that charity of judgment which we are taught to observe towards all men.

But neither I nor any man who knew him ever found in him a shrinking from danger or a fear of death.
It was no feeling such as these, but rather a cool calculation of chances, that now stayed his hand.