“It is empty, sir.”
“I see a light under the door.”
“But my guests cannot be disturbed.”
“You said that the room was empty just now. Peste! Your word seems doubtful. I will see for myself.”
The landlord was silent.
“Stand out of the way, old man, and let me pass, if you value your head.”
The door was pushed roughly open, and the Captain of the Guard strode in.
“Found!” he cried. “I shall save my credit at Court.—Gentlemen,” he went on, with the utmost courtesy and bowing low, “his Majesty the King, disappointed with your abrupt leave-taking, has commanded me to escort you back to his palace.”
“It is impossible,” cried Leoni sternly. “The Count was seriously wounded as we left the gates. You see for yourself. He is faint and weak.”
“I am very sorry, sir,” replied the captain sternly, “but I have his Majesty’s orders.”