There was a certain grim humor in him; he said he wished to have the affidavit bear the seal of his own country, and the consul-general assumed that it was a document of mere commercial significance." The Baron looked at the key; he touched the silver box; his hand rested for a moment on the sword.
"It is a marvelous story--it is wonderful! Can it be true--can it be true ?" murmured the Ambassador.
"The documents will be the best evidence.

We can settle the matter in twenty-four hours," said Judge Claiborne.
"You will pardon me for seeming incredulous, sir," said the Baron, "but it is all so extraordinary.

And these men, these prisoners--" "They have pursued me under the impression that I am Frederick Augustus.
Oddly enough, I, too, am Frederick Augustus," and Armitage smiled.

"I was within a few months of his age, and I had a little brush with Chauvenet and Durand in Geneva in which they captured my cigarette case--it had belonged to Frederick, and the Archduke gave it to me--and my troubles began.

The Emperor-king was old and ill; the disorders in Hungary were to cloak the assassination of his successor; then the Archduke Francis, Karl's reputed son, was to be installed upon the throne." "Yes; there has been a conspiracy; I--" "And there have been conspirators! Two of them are safely behind that door; and, somewhat through my efforts, their chief, Winkelried, should now be under arrest in Vienna.