"
Rischenheim looked round the room. There was nobody; the curtains
were still; the king's left hand caressed his beardless chin; the
right was hidden from his visitor by the small table that stood
between them.
"Sire, my cousin, the Count of Hentzau, has entrusted me with a
message."
Rudolf suddenly assumed a stern air.
"I can hold no communication, directly or indirectly, with the
Count of Hentzau," said he.
"Pardon me, sire, pardon me. A document has come into the count's
hands which is of vital importance to your Majesty."
"The Count of Hentzau, my lord, has incurred my heaviest
displeasure."
"Sire, it is in the hopes of atoning for his offences that he has
sent me here to-day. There is a conspiracy against your Majesty's
honor."
"By whom, my lord?" asked Rudolf, in cold and doubting tones.
"By those who are very near your Majesty's person and very high
in your Majesty's love."
"Name them."
"Sire, I dare not. You would not believe me. But your Majesty
will believe written evidence."
"Show it me, and quickly. We may be interrupted."
"Sire, I have a copy--"
"Oh, a copy, my lord?" sneered Rudolf.
"My cousin has the original, and will forward it at your
Majesty's command.
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