e journalist reached the body of the statue and
switched on his electric light. He made a horrible discovery. To reach
the King he had maneuvered the statue from the outside. He realized now
that it was impossible to open it from the inside. In his daring folly
he had shut himself in and possibly condemned himself to the most
terrible torture.

Now he began a struggle to regain his liberty. He tore his fingers and
broke his nails in vain despairing efforts ... at length he gave up,
beaten. He was irrevocably a prisoner. When he realized his situation he
sank to the ground, a cry escaping his lips:

"Juve! Juve! If only Juve finds my letter. If only he comes to save
me!"

CHAPTER XX

FREDERICK-CHRISTIAN

"Another drink, Monsieur Louis?"

"I think I've had about enough."

"No, no ... this is my turn to treat."

"Well, since you put it that way, Monsieur Wulf, I can't refuse."

"Besides," added the barkeeper, "this is some very special vermouth,
only served to old clients."

"Ah," laughed Wulf, "I hope we're included in that category, for you
certainly have no better client than myself."

"Excuse me," replied the barkeeper, smiling, "we have one, your boss,
Monsieur Wulf, the King Frederick-Christian.... And while he doesn't
always finish his drinks he always pays for them."

"And that's the important thing," added M. Louis.

It was about ten in the morning, and in the bar of the Royal Palace,
deserted at this early hour, were M. Louis, Major-domo of the hotel,
Wulf, and the barkeeper, who in his turn offered a round of drinks on
the house.

As the glasses were being filled, the telephone rang to say that his
Majesty wanted to see Wulf.

"That's all right," replied Wulf condescendingly, "I'll be along by and
by."

After several more vermouths, Wulf grew expansive:

"Do you know, Monsieur Louis, that I've actually saved the King's life
twice in five days!"

"Pretty good work," commented M. Louis, politely.

"The first time was the day after my arrival in Paris. Your Government
wanted to kick up a fuss over the death of the King's little sweetheart;
in fact, they went so far as to talk of his arrest." Wulf stopped
suddenly, alarmed:

"But that is a state secret which I may not tell you. The second time
was yesterday evening, or rather early this morning. You see the King
and I had been off on a spree together."

As the barkeeper looked surprised at this announcement, Wulf explained:

"O