“The Emperor has commanded Mr. Denver’s immediate presence at the Palace, your Highness. This is an outrage upon an American citizen.”
“Outrage or no outrage, they are going to prison, monsieur.”
“Colonel Vilda,” said Marvyn, turning to him.
“I have the Emperor’s commands, your Highness. They are peremptory, and I must obey them.”
“And the woman?” The old bully’s tone was worthy of him.
“Madame Denver is to accompany her husband to the Palace, to be in readiness should his Majesty require to see her.”
“She is a dangerous Nihilist, Colonel.”
“They are his Majesty’s commands, your Highness.”
“I am at your service, Colonel,” I said.
“We have a carriage waiting, M. Denver.”