As he opened the door to leave some one came running up the stairs looking hot and agitated. To my relief it was von Fromberg.
"How is it you're back so soon?" I cried. "Never mind how it is; you come in the nick of time anyhow. This is Herr von Fromberg, gentlemen. These gentlemen are from your uncle, and wish you to go with them."
"You said you would go freely with us, sir," whispered the elder man at my side. "You gave your word of honor."
"But this is the man you want," I cried, pointing to von Fromberg, who was staring like one panic-stricken from me to the others.
The elder man turned to him.
"Are you the Herr von Fromberg?"
"Certainly not," he stammered, with a quick look of appeal to me. "This is——" He quailed before the look I gave him and stopped.
"You are not going to deny yourself, man?" I cried.
"Deny myself, von Fromberg," he answered, with a forced, uneasy laugh. "Why should I? My name is Fisher. Do you want me?" he said to the two.
"Certainly not. Our business is with this gentleman. This is Herr von Fromberg, is it not?"