CHAPTER XXI.
TWIN LOCKETS Carmichael tramped about his room, restless, uneasy, starting at sounds.
Half a dozen times his cigar had gone out, and burned matches lay scattered on the floor.

He was waiting for Grumbach and his confreres.
Now he looked out of a window, now he spun the leaves of a book, now he sat down, got up, and tramped again.

Anything but this suspense.

A full day! The duel in the _Biergarten_; the king of Jugendheit and the prince regent in the Stein-schloss; the flight of the ambassador to the palace, more like a madman than one noted for his calm and circumspection; Gretchen carried into the palace in a dead faint, and her highness weeping; the duke in a rage and brought over only after the hardest struggle Carmichael had ever experienced.

And deeper, firmer, became his belief and conviction that Grumbach's affair vitally concerned her highness.