"And drag the moat?'I asked.
"That would be about it," grinned Sapt, "and we shouldn't
find the King's body then."
"You think it's certain he's there?"
"Very
probable. Besides the fact of those three being there,
the drawbridge is kept up, and no one goes in without an order
from young Hentzau or Black Michael himself. We must tie Fritz up."
"I'll go to Zenda," said I.
"You're mad."
"Some day."
"Oh, perhaps. You'll very likely stay there though, if you do."
"That may be, my friend," said I carelessly.
"His Majesty looks sulky," observed Sapt. "How's the love affair?"
"Damn you, hold your tongue!" I said.
He looked at me for a moment, then he lit his pipe. It was
quite true that I was in a bad
temper, and I went on perversely:
"Wherever I go, I'm dodged by half a dozen fellows."
"I know you are; I send 'em," he replied composedly.
"What for?"
"Well," said Sapt, puffing away, "it wouldn't be exactly
inconvenient for Black Michael if you disappeared. With you gone,
the old game that we stopped would be played--or he'd have a shot at it."
"I can take care of myself."
"De Gautet, Bersonin, and Detchard are in Strelsau; and any one of them,
lad, would cut your
throat as
readily--as
readily as I would Black Michael's,
and a deal more treacherously. What's the letter?"
I opened it and read it aloud:
"If the King desires to know what it deeply concerns the King to know,
let him do as this letter bids him. At the end of the New Avenue there
stands a house in large grounds. The house has a portico, with a statue
of a nymph on it. A wall encloses the garden; there is a gate in the wall at
the back. At twelve o'clock tonight, if the King enters alone by that gate,
turns to the right, and walks twenty yards, he will find a summerhouse,
approached by a
flight of six steps. If he mounts and enters, he will
find someone who will tell him what touches most
dearly his life and
his
throne. This is written by a
faithful friend. He must be alone.
If he neglects the
invitation his life will be in danger. Let him show
this to no one, or he will ruin a woman who loves him: Black Michael
does not pardon."
"No," observed Sapt, as I ended, "but he can
dictate a very pretty letter."
I had arrived at the same
conclusion, and was about to throw
the letter away, when I saw there was more
writing on the other side.
"Hallo! there's some more."
"If you hesitate," the
writer continued, "consult Colonel Sapt--"
"Eh," exclaimed that gentleman,
genuinely astonished.
"Does she take me for a greater fool than you?"
I waved to him to be silent.
"Ask him what woman would do most to prevent the duke from
marrying his cousin,and
therefore most to prevent him becoming king?
And ask if her name begins with--A? "
I
sprang to my feet. Sapt laid down his pipe.
"Antoinette de Mauban, by heaven!" I cried.
"How do you know?'asked Sapt.
I told him what I knew of the lady, and how I knew it. He nodded.
"It's so far true that she's had a great row with Michael,"
said he, thoughtfully.
"If she would, she could be useful," I said.
"I believe, though, that Michael wrote that letter."
"So do I, but I mean to know for certain. I shall go, Sapt."
"No, I shall go," said he.
"You may go as far as the gate."
"I shall go to the summer-house."
"I'm hanged if you shall!"
I rose and leant my back against the mantelpiece.
"Sapt, I believe in that woman, and I shall go."
"I don't believe in any woman," said Sapt, "and you shan't go."
"I either go to the summer-house or back to England," said I.
Sapt began to know exactly how far he could lead or drive,
and when he must follow.
"We're playing against time," I added. "Every day we leave
the King where he is there is fresh risk. Every day I
masquerade like
this, there is fresh risk. Sapt, we must play high; we must force the game."
"So be it," he said, with a sigh.
To cut the story short, at half-past eleven that night Sapt and I
mounted our horses. Fritz was again left on guard, our
destination