"Certainly, sir. That won't be a long matter."
Sapt was still smiling in grim amusement when the messenger came up and, leaning from his horse, handed him a telegram.
"Special and urgent, sir," said he.
Sapt tore it open and read. It was the message that I sent in obedience to Mr. Rassendyll's orders. He would not trust my cipher, but, indeed, none was necessary. Sapt would understand the message, although it said simply: "The King is in Strelsau. Wait orders at the lodge. Business here in progress, but not finished. Will wire again."
Sapt handed it to James, who took it with a respectful little bow. James read it with attention, and returned it with another bow.
"I’ll attend to what it says, sir," he remarked.
"Yes," said Sapt. "Thanks, my man," he added to the messenger. "Here's a crown for you. If any other message comes for me and you bring it in good time, you shall have another."
"You shall have it as quick as a horse can bring it from the station, sir."
"The King's business won't bear delay, you know," nodded Sapt.
"You shan't have to wait, sir," and, with a parting salute, the fellow turned his horse and trotted away.
