mies
want, and they will be sure to make capital out of it."

"And when we have recovered that which we are seeking? What then?"

"Then his body can be laid to its rest, and what has been placed in the
vault in the meantime can be removed."

"Very well," I answered. "I suppose it must be so. And who is to carry
out the search?"

"There is one man who most certainly must go," von Marquart replied,
"since he is the only person who is familiar with the features of the
man you saw at Zaarfburg; our friend here must undertake the mission."
Then, turning to Bertram, he continued: "You understand, sir, I presume,
the difficulty of the task we are setting you? Believe me, it will be no
light one. Nor will the responsibility be lighter. You will have to
proceed with the utmost circumspection. His Majesty's honour, and the
honour of the country, will be in your hands. I do not doubt your
integrity, but I should like to be also assured of your discretion."

"I will answer for Mr. Bertram," I said. Then, turning to him, I
continued: "Mr. Bertram, my poor brother trusted you when he was alive;
I am sure you will do what you can for him, and for me, now that he is
dead."

"Your Majesty may trust me in everything," he returned simply, and with
a sincerity that spoke for itself. "I loved him, and would serve him
alive or dead."

For a minute we were all silent, then Bertram inquired when he should
start.

"The sooner the better," I answered. "I will give you a letter to
General Groplau, informing him that you are on personal business for
myself, and asking him to give you all the assistance that lies in his
power. You may imagine with what eagerness I shall await news from you.
And now you had better retire to rest. I will see you before you start."

Bertram accordingly left the room, and when he had gone Strekwitz
received his final instructions.

We discussed the arrangements for the funeral for a little longer, and
then Strekwitz and von Marquart withdrew, and I was left alone with my
gloomy thoughts.

When I retired to rest, I lay awake hour after hour, thinking of Max,
and of the vile deed of which his poor body was the innocent victim.
Long before it was light I had said good-bye to Bertram, and he had left
the city, after which I set myself to wait and hope. Of what transpired
during the next three days I scarcely like to think, even now. The grim
mockery that was daily taking place in the cathedral, and the knowle