A week ago a party of the king's troopers met upstairs." The proprietor showed signs of returning memory, together with a strange agitation.
"There was a slight disturbance," went on Maurice, still using the affable tone.

"Herr--ah--Hamilton, I believe--" The proprietor grew limp and yellow.

"I--I do not know where he is." "I do," replied Maurice.

"Don't you recognize me?
Have I changed so since I came here to doctor a sprained ankle ?" "You ?--Before God, Herr, I was helpless; I had nothing to do with it!" terrified at the peculiar smile of the victim.
"The key to this gentleman's room," was the demand.
"I--" "The key, and be quick about it." The key came forth.

"You will say nothing, Herr; it would ruin my business.