But it is time.

He will be ready for us now." Even as he spoke the locked door opened, as it were of its own accord, and Phadrig stood in the room dressed in the livery of the Prince's coachman.

Von Kessner and Vollmar turned grey as he bowed, and whispered: "The doors are open, Excellencies, and all is ready!" Then the three lifted the shapeless bag and carried it with noiseless tread down to the hall and out through the half-open doors to where a carriage drawn by four black horses stood waiting.

Though there was no one in charge of them, they stood as still as though carved out of blocks of black marble until the body of the Prince had been laid in the carriage and Von Kessner and Vollmar had taken their places beside it.
Then Phadrig mounted the box, shook the reins, and the rubber-shod horses moved silently away at a trot, which, as soon as the main road was reached, became a gallop only a little less silent than the trot.
The carriage turned aside from the road, and ran down a broad forest lane till it stopped by the shore of a little sandy inlet.

The bow of a long black boat was resting on the sand, and six closely-blindfolded men were sitting on the thwarts with oars out.