Sapt looked full at Rischenheim, and smiled as he slightly raised his right hand and showed the revolver.

Bernenstein coughed twice.

Rischenheim sat twisting his fingers.

He understood that, cost what it might, they would not let him declare his errand to the king or betray Mr.Rassendyll's presence.

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth as if to speak, but still he remained silent.
"Well, my lord, is it the old story or something new," asked the king impatiently.
Again Rischenheim sat silent.
"Are you dumb, my lord ?" cried the king most impatiently.
"It--it is only what you call the old story, sire." "Then let me say that you have treated me very badly in obtaining an audience of me for any such purpose," said the king.