Look at them and see that it is true! I tell you we have rendered Austria a high service.
One death--one death--at Vienna--and this son of a madman would be king! He is Frederick Augustus, the son of the Archduke Karl!" The room was very still as the last words rang out.

The old Ambassador's gaze clung to Armitage; he stepped nearer, the perspiration breaking out upon his brow, and his lips trembled as he faltered: "He would be king; he would be king!" Then Armitage spoke sharply to Claiborne.
"That will do.

The gentleman may retire now." As Claiborne thrust Chauvenet out of the room, Armitage turned to the little company, smiling.
"I am not Frederick Augustus, the son of the Archduke Karl," he said quietly; "nor did I ever pretend that I was, except to lead those men on in their conspiracy.

The cigarette case that caused so much trouble at Mr.Claiborne's supper-party belongs to me.

Here it is." The old Ambassador snatched it from him eagerly.
"This device--the falcon poised upon a silver helmet! You have much to explain, Monsieur." "It is the coat-of-arms of the house of Schomburg.