Sapt nodded reassuringly.

Bernenstein sheathed his sword and gave his arm to the king.

They passed through the door, and Bernenstein closed it with a backward push of his hand.

But at this moment Rischenheim, goaded to fury and desperate at the trick played on him--seeing, moreover, that he had now only one man to deal with--made a sudden rush at the door.
He reached it, and his hand was on the door-knob.

But Sapt was upon him, and Sapt's revolver was at his ear.
In the passage the king stopped.
"What are they doing in there ?" he asked, hearing the noise of the quick movements.
"I don't know, sire," said Bernenstein, and he took a step forward.
"No, stop a minute, Lieutenant; you're pulling me along!" "A thousand pardons, sire." "I hear nothing more now." And there was nothing to hear, for the two now stood dead silent inside the door.
"Nor I, sire.