“You have what you know of in your hands. If you yield, on my honor I will save your life.”
“You don’t desire my blood, then, most forgiving play-actor?”
“So much, that I daren’t fail to offer you life,” answered Rudolf Rassendyll. “Come, sir, your plan has failed: give up the letter.”
Rupert looked at him thoughtfully.
“You’ll see me safe off if I give it you?” he asked.
“I’ll prevent your death. Yes, and I’ll see you safe.”
“Where to?”
“To a fortress, where a trustworthy gentleman will guard you.”
“For how long, my dear friend?”
“I hope for many years, my dear Count.”