They were both at
Count Fritz's."
"I'm much interested to hear it. But didn't the telegram say
where Herbert was?"
Simon laughed.
"Herbert's not a king, you see," he said. "Well, I'll come again
to-morrow morning, for I must see him soon. He'll be back by
then, sir?"
"Yes, Simon, your brother will be here to-morrow morning."
"Or what's left of him after such a two-days of work," suggested
Simon jocularly.
"Why, yes, precisely," said Sapt, biting his moustache and
darting one swift glance at James. "Or what's left of him, as you
say."
"And I'll bring a cart and carry the boar down to the castle at
the same time, sir. At least, I suppose you haven't eaten it all?
Sapt laughed; Simon was gratified at the tribute, and laughed
even more heartily himself.
"We haven't even cooked it yet," said Sapt, "but I won't answer
for it that we sha'n't have by to-morrow."
"All right, sir; I'll be here. By the way, there's another bit of
news come on the wires. They say Count Rupert of Hentzau has been
seen in the city."
"Rupert of Hentzau? Oh, pooh! Nonsense, my good Simon. He daren't
show his face there for his life."
"Ah, but it may be no nonsense. Perhaps that's what took the king
to Strelsau.
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