“He has ordered them to kill you in the Council Chamber at a sign from him.”
“Umph!” The king passed on toward his living-apartments, which he entered.
When he came quietly walking back, the corridor was clear of soldiers. He slipped a modern revolver into my hand.
“Do you understand its use?”
“Perfectly, Sire.”
“May I trust your nerve and judgment to use it at the right moment and without missing?”
“You may, Sire.”
“I think one shot will settle the matter. If
“There will be three of us, your Majesty.”
He nodded, passed on, and turned back. He had become transformed, and appeared to look forward eagerly to the crucial moment.