As soon as things grew clear to me again and I knew where I was, I did nothing but repeat in urgent tones, "The Golden Lion, The Golden Lion! Twenty crowns to carry me to the Golden Lion." Perceiving that I knew my own business and where I wished to go, one picked up my hand-bag and the rest hoisted me into their wagon and set out for the hotel where Rudolf Rassendyll was.

The one thought my broken head held was to get to him as soon as might be and tell him how I had been fool enough to let myself be robbed of the queen's letter.
He was there.

He stood on the threshold of the inn, waiting for me, as it seemed, although it was not yet the hour of my appointment.

As they drew me up to the door, I saw his tall, straight figure and his red hair by the light of the hall lamps.

By Heaven, I felt as a lost child must on sight of his mother! I stretched out my hand to him, over the side of the wagon, murmuring, "I've lost it." He started at the words, and sprang forward to me.