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"An address! I never thought of that. But I know no Holf."
"I don't think it's Holf's address."
"Whose, then?" asked Rischenheim, biting his nail, and looking
furtively at the constable.
"Why," said Sapt, "the present address of Count Rupert of
Hentzau."
As he spoke, he fixed his eyes on the eyes of Rischenheim. He
gave a short, sharp laugh, then put his revolver in his pocket
and bowed to the count.
"In truth, you are very convenient, my dear Count," said he.
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CHAPTER VI. THE TASK OF THE QUEEN'S SERVANTS
THE doctor who attended me at Wintenberg was not only discreet,
but also indulgent; perhaps he had the sense to see that little
benefit would come to a sick man from fretting in helplessness on
his back, when he was on fire to be afoot. I fear he thought the
baker's rolling-pin was in my mind, but at any rate I extorted a
consent from him, and was on my way home from Wintenberg not much
more than twelve hours after Rudolf Rassendyll left me. Thus I
arrived at my own house in Strelsau on the same Friday morning
that witnessed the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim's two-fold
interview with the king at the Castle of Zenda.
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