"Towards Geislingen."
"Where are they now?"
The man dropped his eyes and fidgeted. He had been growing restive under this examination; his tone had become more and more sullen.
"I—I don't know, Excellency," he stammered.
"Come, refresh your memory. Remember—they have to be found; I must have an answer, and an exact description of the spot: out with it!"
The landlord could hardly have looked more uncomfortable if a thumb-screw had been applied. For a few moments he strove with himself; then muttered:
"I don't know: the castle of Rauhstein—when I last heard."
"And when was that?"
"Yesterday."
"The castle will not have moved, eh? Where is it?"