Rudolf Rassendyll sat with his head resting on his hand. He
looked up once at the two women; then he caught my eye, and
beckoned me to come to him. I approached him, but for several
moments he did not speak. Again he motioned to me, and, resting
my hand on the arm of his chair, I bent my head close down to
his. He glanced again at the queen, seeming afraid that she would
hear what he wished to say.
"Fritz," he whispered at last, "as soon as it's fairly dark I
must get away. Bernenstein will come with me. You must stay
here."
"Where can you go?"
"To the lodge. I must meet Sapt and arrange matters with him."
I did not understand what plan he had in his head, or what scheme
he could contrive. But at the moment my mind was not directed to
such matters; it was set on the sight before my eyes.
"And the queen?" I whispered in answer to him.
Low as my voice was, she heard it. She turned to us with a
sudden, startled movement, still holding Helga's hand. Her eyes
searched our faces, and she knew in an instant of what we had
been speaking. A little longer still she stood, gazing at us.
Then she suddenly sprang forward and threw herself on her knees
before Rudolf, her hands uplifted and resting on his shoulders.
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