"Your education has been more comprehensive than mine," said I. "You write it."
And a very tolerable forgery did this versatile hero produce.
"Now, Fritz," said he, "the king goes to bed. He is upset. No one is to see him till nine o'clock to-morrow. You understand—no one?"
"I understand," answered Fritz.
"Michael may come, and claim immediate audience. You'll answer that only princes of the blood are entitled to it."
"That'll annoy Michael," laughed Fritz.
"You quite understand?" asked Sapt again. "If the door of this room is opened while we're away you're not to be alive to tell us about it."
"I need no schooling, colonel," said Fritz, a trifle haughtily.
"Here, wrap yourself in this big cloak," Sapt continued to me, "and put on this flat cap. My orderly rides with me to the shooting lodge tonight."
"There's an obstacle," I observed. "The horse doesn't live that can carry me forty miles."
