Now read it." "By God, I won't read it." "Read it, I tell you, or say your prayers." The muzzle was within a foot of his head.

He unfolded the telegram.

Then he looked at Sapt.

"Read," said the constable.
"I don't understand what it means," grumbled Rischenheim.
"Possibly I may be able to help you." "It's nothing but--" "Read, my lord, read!" Then he read, and this was the telegram: "Holf, 19 Konigstrasse." "A thousand thanks, my lord.

And--the place it's despatched from ?" "Strelsau." "Just turn it so that I can see.