'Speak quickly.'
Henniche put his bony hand into one of his pockets, took from it something shining, and handed it to Brühl.
It was a medal as large as a thaler. Brühl took it to the window, for the day was dark, and examined it: one side of it represented a throne with a man in a sitting posture, dressed in a morning gown and holding a pipe; it was easy to guess that it represented the young Kurfürst; three men, two of them in pages' costumes, the third one in livery, supported the throne. On the other side could be read the following verse relating to Brühl, Sulkowski and Henniche:
Wir sind unserer drei
Zwei Pagen und ein Lakai.
Brühl threw the medal on the floor; Henniche stooped and picked it up from under the sofa where it had rolled. Brühl was angry and thoughtful.
'What does your Excellency say to that?' said Henniche.
'What? Give me the man who did it, and you shall see,' cried Brühl.
'It was stamped in Holland,' said Henniche, 'and we cannot get at them there. But it came from Saxony, for in Holland nobody cares that I was a lackey and both your Excellencies were pages. It came from Saxony!'
'Then we must find the man who did it,' cried Brühl. 'Don't spare money, but find him.'
Henniche shrugged his shoulders.