The carter got down from his seat without heeding her, and walked round to the back.
"Here you are, sir," he cried. "Nineteen, Konigstra.s.se."
A yawn was heard, and the long sigh a man gives as he stretches himself in the mingled luxury and pain of an awakening after sound refreshing sleep.
"All right; I"ll get down," came in answer from inside.
"Ah, it"s the count!" said the old lady to her daughter in satisfied tones. "What will he say, though, about that rogue Bauer?"
Rupert of Hentzau put his head out from under the wagon-tilt, looked up and down the street, gave the carter a couple of crowns, leapt down, and ran lightly across the pavement into the little shop. The wagon moved on.
"A lucky thing I met him," said Rupert cheerily. "The wagon hid me very well; and handsome as my face is, I can"t let Strelsau enjoy too much of it just now. Well, mother, what cheer? And you, my pretty, how goes it with you?" He carelessly brushed the girl"s cheek with the glove that he had drawn off. "Faith, though, I beg your pardon." he added a moment later, "the glove"s not clean enough for that," and he looked at his buff glove, which was stained with patches of dull rusty brown.
"It"s all as when you left, Count Rupert," said Mother Holf, "except that that rascal Bauer went out last night--"
"That"s right enough. But hasn"t he returned?"
"No, not yet."
"Hum. No signs of--anybody else?" His look defined the vague question.
The old woman shook her head. The girl turned away to hide a smile.
"Anybody else" meant the king, so she suspected. Well, they should hear nothing from her. The king himself had charged her to be silent.
"But Rischenheim has come, I suppose?" pursued Rupert.
"Oh, yes; he came, my lord, soon after you went. He wears his arm in a sling."
"Ah!" cried Rupert in sudden excitement. "As I guessed! The devil! If only I could do everything myself, and not have to trust to fools and bunglers! Where"s the count?"
"Why, in the attic. You know the way."
"True. But I want some breakfast, mother."
"Rosa shall serve you at once, my lord."
The girl followed Rupert up the narrow crazy staircase of the tall old house. They pa.s.sed three floors, all uninhabited; a last steep flight that brought them right under the deep arched roof. Rupert opened a door that stood at the top of the stairs, and, followed still by Rosa with her mysterious happy smile, entered a long narrow room. The ceiling, high in the centre, sloped rapidly down on either side, so that at door and window it was little more than six feet above the floor. There was an oak table and a few chairs; a couple of iron bedsteads stood by the wall near the window. One was empty; the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim lay on the other, fully dressed, his right arm supported in a sling of black silk. Rupert paused on the threshold, smiling at his cousin; the girl pa.s.sed on to a high press or cupboard, and, opening it, took out plates, gla.s.ses, and the other furniture of the table. Rischenheim sprang up and ran across the room.
"What news?" he cried eagerly. "You escaped them, Rupert?"
"It appears so," said Rupert airily; and, advancing into the room, he threw himself into a chair, tossing his hat on to the table.
"It appears that I escaped, although some fool"s stupidity nearly made an end of me." Rischenheim flushed.
"I"ll tell you about that directly," he said, glancing at the girl who had put some cold meat and a bottle of wine on the table, and was now completing the preparations for Rupert"s meal in a very leisurely fashion.
"Had I nothing to do but to look at pretty faces--which, by Heaven, I wish heartily were the case--I would beg you to stay," said Rupert, rising and making her a profound bow.
"I"ve no wish to hear what doesn"t concern me," she retorted scornfully.
"What a rare and blessed disposition!" said he, holding the door for her and bowing again.
"I know what I know," she cried to him triumphantly from the landing.
"Maybe you"d give something to know it too, Count Rupert!"
"It"s very likely, for, by Heaven, girls know wonderful things!" smiled Rupert; but he shut the door and came quickly back to the table, now frowning again. "Come, tell me, how did they make a fool of you, or why did you make a fool of me, cousin?"
While Rischenheim related how he had been trapped and tricked at the Castle of Zenda, Rupert of Hentzau made a very good breakfast. He offered no interruption and no comments, but when Rudolf Ra.s.sendyll came into the story he looked up for an instant with a quick jerk of his head and a sudden light in his eyes. The end of Rischenheim"s narrative found him tolerant and smiling again.
"Ah, well, the snare was cleverly set," he said. "I don"t wonder you fell into it."
"And now you? What happened to you?" asked Rischenheim eagerly.
"I? Why, having your message which was not your message, I obeyed your directions which were not your directions."
"You went to the lodge?"
"Certainly."
"And you found Sapt there?--Anybody else?"
"Why, not Sapt at all."
"Not Sapt? But surely they laid a trap for you?"
"Very possibly, but the jaws didn"t bite." Rupert crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.
"But what did you find?"
"I? I found the king"s forester, and the king"s boar-hound, and--well, I found the king himself, too."
"The king at the lodge?"
"You weren"t so wrong as you thought, were you?"
"But surely Sapt, or Bernenstein, or some one was with him?"
"As I tell you, his forester and his boar-hound. No other man or beast, on my honor."
"Then you gave him the letter?" cried Rischenheim, trembling with excitement.
"Alas, no, my dear cousin. I threw the box at him, but I don"t think he had time to open it. We didn"t get to that stage of the conversation at which I had intended to produce the letter."
"But why not--why not?"
Rupert rose to his feet, and, coming just opposite to where Rischenheim sat, balanced himself on his heels, and looked down at his cousin, blowing the ash from his cigarette and smiling pleasantly.
"Have you noticed," he asked, "that my coat"s torn?"