And drive like the devil!" We shot away, leaving Anton open-mouthed in wonder.

For me, I sank back on the cushions, fairly aghast.

The king lay dead in the hunting-lodge, but the king was in his capital! Of course, the truth soon flashed through my mind, but it brought no comfort.

Rudolf Rassendyll was in Strelsau.

He had been seen by somebody and taken for the king.