It was Baron Sluben who knocked and entered. He came up to me and bowed low.
"The usurper is dead; long live the King!"
I know that from that minute I felt one, I do not know why.
Mr. Smith took a pair of revolvers from a desk, handed one to me and put the other in his pocket.
"Come," he said, "it is time."
The three of us went out to the car. I felt cool, and made some cheerful remark to Carruthers.
"Good old Splosh, what is it to be, 150 not out?"
"Or a duck," I said.
Sluben, who understood a little English, looked at Mr. Smith with a puzzled expression on his face.
"It is all right, Baron," he said, answering the look, "his Majesty is talking of an English game."