He offered his arm to Helga, and I followed with Marvyn, and went out without even casting a glance at Kalkov; but I saw the two doctors bend over him anxiously.
“You had to hustle, Marvyn.”
“Some,” he nodded.
“It was a near thing.”
“So it looked.”
And with that and a laugh of relief we got into the carriage.
Chapter XXXII—THE END
HELGA was waiting for me with a look of eager anxiety when I came out to her from my interview with the Emperor.