Observe that, I withdraw it.' Aribert shook his head emphatically, without removing his gaze from Hans.

The white-haired servant perfunctorily dusted his napkin round the neck of the bottle of Romanee-Conti, and poured out a glass.

Aribert trembled from head to foot.
Eugen took up the glass and held it to the light.
'Don't drink it,' said Aribert very quietly.

'It is poisoned.' 'Poisoned!' exclaimed Prince Eugen.
'Poisoned, sire!' exclaimed old Hans, with an air of profound amazement and concern, and he seized the glass.

'Impossible, sire.