You know who is the king ?" "Perfectly, Colonel." "And when the interview is ended, and we go to breakfast--" "I know who will be the king then.

Yes, Colonel." "Good.

But we do him no harm unless--" "It is necessary." "Precisely." Sapt turned away with a little sigh.

Bernenstein was an apt pupil, but the colonel was exhausted by so much explanation.

He knocked softly at the door of the room.