"The Red Hussars have refused to quit their barracks."
The King's face fell.
"You call that good news?" he said after a pause.
"Distinctly," returned Meyer. "Had they turned out they would undoubtedly have sided with the rioters. I know their admirable Colonel, and the ètat d'âme of his command."
The King put his brandy and soda down untasted on the table.
"Now for the bad news," he said firmly.
"They are singing the 'Rothlied' in front of the Strafeburg, sire," was the Commander-in-Chief's reply.
"Is that all?" demanded his Majesty.
Meyer shrugged his shoulders.
"Your Majesty's subjects are very musical folk," he said drily, "and the 'Rothlied' is a very remarkable melody. I heard it the other day, and it had almost the effect of making me feel heroic. That speaks volumes for its potency."