Then, in a few minutes, he seemed to wake, looked round him, at the walls, the ceilings, the people, and said:
"A narcotic, I suppose?"
"Have they found . . . the man?"
"No."
He seemed to be meditating and several times jerked his head with a thoughtful air: but they soon saw that he was asleep.
The Emperor went up to Waldemar:
"Order your car round."
"Oh? . . . But then, Sire . . . ?"
"Well, what? I am beginning to think that he is taking us in and that all this is merely play-acting, to gain time."