Certainly it had been moved once more.

He had remembered just how it lay after he saw Weber's name there, and now it was turned much further to one side.

He snatched up the candle and held it over the open pages.

Then he saw written in a heavy hand just beneath Weber's name: _Prince Karl of Auersperg, Zillenstein, Tyrol.
Luitpold Helmuth Schwenenger, " " Captain Max Sanger, Dantzig, Prussia.
Suite of His Highness, twenty persons._ John understood thoroughly.

He uttered a fierce cry of anger and grief, and Weber looked eagerly over his shoulder.
"We know now who has come," he said.
"Yes, we know," exclaimed John, "and I could wish that it had been anybody else! I hate this man! To me he represents all that is evil in the Old World, the concentrated wickedness of feudalism and I fear him, though not for myself! Weber, I can't bear to think of Julie Lannes in his hands! If it were von Arnheim or that young Kratzek or any normal German it would be different, but this man, Auersperg, is not of our time! He belongs to an older and worse age!" "He is very hard and determined," said Weber.