"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 honour."
"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. A copy of a letter of Her Majesty's."
"Of the Queen's?"
