Rupert was dead and the letter was safe, but what were we to tell that great concourse concerning their king?
A queer feeling of helpless perplexity came over me and found vent in a foolish laugh.

Bernenstein was by my side; he also looked out, and turned again with an eager face.
"You'll have a royal progress to your palace," said he to Rudolf Rassendyll.
Mr.Rassendyll made no answer, but, coming to me, took my arm.

We went out, leaving Rischenheim by the body.

I did not think of him; Bernenstein probably thought that he would keep his pledge given to the queen, for he followed us immediately and without demur.

There was nobody outside the door.