ews was confirmed by the
comments and jokes of the crowd.

"Ah, he's in a hurry," they said. "He's kept the king waiting. He'll get
a wigging."

As may be supposed, I paid little heed to them. I sprang out and ran up
the steps to the door. I saw my wife's face at the window: she herself
ran to the door and opened it for me.

"Good God," I whispered, "do all these people know he's here, and take
him for the king?"

"Yes," she said. "We couldn't help it. He showed himself at the door."

It was worse than I dreamt: not two or three people, but all that crowd
were victims of the mistake; all of them had heard that the king was in
Strelsau--ay, and had seen him.

"Where is he? Where is he?" I asked, and followed her hastily to the
room.

The queen and Rudolf were standing side by side. What I have told from
Helga's description had just passed between them. Rudolf ran to meet me.

"Is all well?" he asked eagerly.

I forgot the queen's presence and paid no sign of respect to her. I
caught Rudolf by the arm and cried to him: "Do they take you for the
king?"

"Yes," he said. "Heavens, man, don't look so white! We shall manage it.
I can be gone by to-night."

"Gone? How will that help, since they believe you to be the king?"

"You can keep it from the king," he urged. "I couldn't help it. I can
settle with Rupert and disappear."

The three were standing round me, surprised at my great and terrible
agitation. Looking back now, I wonder that I could speak to them at all.

Rudolf tried again to reassure me. He little knew the cause of what he
saw.

"It won't take long to settle affairs with Rupert," said he. "And we
must have the letter, or it will get to the king after all."

"The king will never see the letter," I blurted out, as I sank back in a
chair.

They said nothing. I looked round on their faces. I had a strange
feeling of helplessness, and seemed to be able to do nothing but throw
the truth at them in blunt plainness. Let them make what they could of
it, I could make nothing.

"The king will never see the letter," I repeated. "Rupert himself has
insured that."

"What do you mean? You've not met Rupert? You've not got the letter?"

"No, no; but the king can never read it."

Then Rudolf seized me by the shoulder and fairly shook me; indeed I must
have seemed like a man in a dream or a torpor.

"Why not, man; why not?" he asked in urgent low tones. Again I looked
at them, but somehow this time my