"You are to stand here, Wulf, and look down at the water. You are not to take your eyes off it."
"Why? What does your Majesty mean?"
"Because I have a surprise in store for you, and also I wish to bring about the meeting in a natural manner—to spare the lady's feelings. Now I shall go to meet her and take her to the Singing Fountains. When I whistle you are to join us. Does that meet with your approval?"
"Your Majesty is most kind."
Fandor moved away and after glancing back to make sure Wulf was obeying orders, he quickly drew his revolver and approached the works.
"I must remember Juve's precept," he muttered, "never fire first, and then only when you're sure to hit."
The journalist now examined the palisade which surrounded a ditch of some depth dug in the angle made by the Orangery walls.
"Can't see anything from the outside," he thought, "so I'll go in."
With a running jump he succeeded in catching hold of the palisade top and in a moment was sitting astride of it.
Nobody was in sight. Fandor was a little surprised. He expected to be confronted by some sinister individual.