He seemed to be able to do nothing but stare at Rudolf Rassendyll.

Sapt wasted no time.

He snatched the count's revolver and stowed it in his own pocket.
"Now take the paper," said he to Rudolf, and his barrel held Rischenheim motionless while Rudolf wrenched the precious document from his fingers.
"Look if it's the right one.

No, don't read it through; just look.

Is it right?
That's good.