Even while he almost pressed Rudolf against the panel of the door, he seemed to know that his measure of success was full.

But what the hand could not compass the head might contrive.

In quickly conceived strategy he began to give pause in his attack, nay, he retreated a step or two.

No scruples hampered his devices, no code of honor limited the means he would employ.

Backing before his opponent, he seemed to Rudolf to be faint-hearted; he was baffled, but seemed despairing; he was weary, but played a more complete fatigue.