A JOB FOR CAPTAIN HERCULES
The Countess gave a little shiver whether of fear or of eagerness it was impossible to tell. Stenovics drummed his fingers on the table and turned his cigar quickly round and round in his mouth. Markart had recovered his clearness of mind and closely watched all the scene.
The Countess rose suddenly—in strong agitation.
"I—I can't bear it," she said. "With him lying there! Let me go! Presently—presently you shall tell me—anything."
Stenovics laid down his cigar and went to her.
"Wait in there"—he pointed to Natcheffs room—
"till you're quite composed. Then go to your own room and wait till I come. Mind, Countess, no sign of agitation!" He led her out. Stafnitz shrugged his shoulders.
"She'll be all right," he said to Markart with a passing smile.
"I think she was fond of the King," said Markart. Stenovics returned. "Now!" he said, seating himself again and resuming his cigar. "You suggest that we still use that order—for the arrest of Baroness Dobrava?"
"It's signed 'Alexis,' and King Alexis lives till five to-morrow. Moreover, if all goes well, King Alexis lives again for many years after that."
Stenovics nodded slightly. "The Baroness comes willingly or you bring her? At any rate, one way or the other, she's in our hands by this time to-morrow?"
"Exactly, General. I fail to perceive that this lamentable event"—he waved his hand towards the King's empty chair—"alters the case as regards the Baroness one jot."
"Not the least unless you consider that risking
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