"Why, of course, sir, unless the king"s body should be discovered."
"That"s what I was about to say, James."
James kept silence for a few minutes. Then he observed, "It will be very awkward to explain how the king was killed."
"The story will need good telling," admitted Sapt.
"And it will be difficult to make it appear that the king was killed in Strelsau; yet if my master should chance to be killed in Strelsau--"
"Heaven forbid, James! On all grounds, Heaven forbid!"
"Even if my master is not killed, it will be difficult for us to get the king killed at the right time, and by means that will seem plausible."
Sapt seemed to fall into the humor of the speculation. "That"s all very true. But if Mr. Ra.s.sendyll is to be king, it will be both awkward and difficult to dispose of the king"s body and of this poor fellow Herbert," said he, sucking at his pipe.
Again James paused for a little while before he remarked: "I am, of course, sir, only discussing the matter by way of pa.s.sing the time. It would probably be wrong to carry any such plan into effect."
"It might be, but let us discuss it--to pa.s.s the time," said Sapt; and he leant forward, looking into the servant"s quiet, shrewd face.
"Well, then, sir, since it amuses you, let us say that the king came to the lodge last night, and was joined there by his friend Mr.
Ra.s.sendyll."
"And did I come too?"
"You, sir, came also, in attendance on the king."
"Well, and you, James? You came. How came you?"
"Why, sir, by the Count of Tarlenheim"s orders, to wait on Mr.
Ra.s.sendyll, the king"s friend. Now, the king, sir... This is my story, you know, sir, only my story."
"Your story interests me. Go on with it."
"The king went out very early this morning, sir."
"That would be on private business?"
"So we should have understood. But Mr. Ra.s.sendyll, Herbert, and ourselves remained here."
"Had the Count of Hentzau been?"
"Not to our knowledge, sir. But we were all tired and slept very soundly."
"Now did we?" said the constable, with a grim smile.
"In fact, sir, we were all overcome with fatigue--Mr. Ra.s.sendyll like the rest--and full morning found us still in our beds. There we should be to this moment, sir, had we not been suddenly aroused in a startling and fearful manner."
"You should write story books, James. Now what was this fearful manner in which we were aroused?"
James laid down his pipe, and, resting his hands on his knees, continued his story.
"This lodge, sir, this wooden lodge--for the lodge is all of wood, sir, without and within."
"This lodge is undoubtedly of wood, James, and, as you say, both inside and out."
"And since it is, sir, it would be mighty careless to leave a candle burning where the oil and firewood are stored."
"Most criminal!"
"But hard words don"t hurt dead men; and you see, sir, poor Herbert is dead."
"It is true. He wouldn"t feel aggrieved."
"But we, sir, you and I, awaking--"
"Aren"t the others to awake, James?"
"Indeed, sir, I should pray that they had never awaked. For you and I, waking first, would find the lodge a ma.s.s of flames. We should have to run for our lives."
"What! Should we make no effort to rouse the others?"
"Indeed, sir, we should do all that men could do; we should even risk death by suffocation."
"But we should fail, in spite of our heroism, should we?"
"Alas, sir, in spite of all our efforts we should fail. The flames would envelop the lodge in one blaze; before help could come, the lodge would be in ruins, and my unhappy master and poor Herbert would be consumed to ashes."
"Hum!"
"They would, at least, sir, be entirely unrecognizable."
"You think so?"
"Beyond doubt, if the oil and the firewood and the candle were placed to the best advantage."
"Ah, yes. And there would be an end of Rudolf Ra.s.sendyll?"
"Sir, I should myself carry the tidings to his family."
"Whereas the King of Ruritania--"
"Would enjoy a long and prosperous reign, G.o.d willing, sir."
"And the Queen of Ruritania, James?"
"Do not misunderstand me, sir. They could be secretly married. I should say re-married."
"Yes, certainly, re-married."