“He is ill,” said Helga, speaking for the first time, and bending over him.
“Probably dying,” I murmured; and seeing the crisis, I went to the door and called his men.
“The Prince is very ill; you had better let some one go for a doctor.”
Chapter XXXI—AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR
IT was instantly clear that we had to face a situation fraught with many awkward complications.
We were under arrest by Prince Kalkov’s orders, and his men left us in no doubt that both Helga and I were suspected of having caused in some way the sudden collapse.
Two of them stood by the doors to prevent our leaving, and the others lifted the Prince and laid him on a couch; and one of these three—he who had searched me and appeared to be the chief of them—said very curtly:
“I have sent for doctors and my chief; you will, of course, remain here.”