Old Hans brought it tenderly in its wicker cradle, inserted the corkscrew with mathematical precision, and drew the cork, which he offered for his master's inspection.

Eugen nodded, and told him to put it down.

Aribert watched with intense interest.

He could not for an instant believe that Hans was not the very soul of fidelity, and yet, despite himself, Racksole's words had caused him a certain uneasiness.

At that moment Prince Eugen murmured across the table: 'Aribert, I withdraw my promise.