CHAPTER XX.
THE KING The vintner slowly lowered the pistol till it touched the table; then he released it.
"That is better, your Majesty." "Why do you call me that ?" "Certainly I do not utter it as a compliment," retorted Carmichael dryly.
"You speak positively." "With absolute authority on the subject, sire.

Your face was familiar, but I failed at first to place it rightly.

It was only after you had duped me into going after the veiled lady that I had any real suspicion.
You are Frederick Leopold of Jugendheit." "I shall not deny it further," proudly.

"And take care how you speak to me, since I admit my identity." "Oho!" Carmichael gave rein to his laughter.

"This is Ehrenstein; here I shall talk to you as I please." The king reddened, and his hand closed again over the pistol.
"I have saved your majesty twice from death.