Wogan, however, was the master here.
"Her Highness must lose her jewels," he said roughly, and was turning away when her Highness herself spoke.
"You are unjust, my friend," she said.

"I would lose them very willingly, were there a chance no one else would discover them.

But there's no chance.

The woman of the tavern will find the bundle, will open it; very likely she has done so already.

We shall have all Innspruck on our heels in half an hour;" and for the first time that night Wogan heard her voice break, and grieved to know that the tears were running down her cheeks.