I began to understand why Hillars traveled all
over the Continent to get a glimpse of the woman he loved. With the
pleasant thought that I should see Phyllis again, I dozed. I was half
asleep when I was aroused by loud voices in the corridor.
"But I do not believe him to be the man," I heard my jailer declare.
"Bah! I know there is no mistake," roared a voice which was accustomed
to command. "He's been trying to hoodwink you. Watch the surprise in
his face when he sees me, the cursed meddler and scribbler. It would
be a pleasure to witness his hanging. Come, show him to me."
"Yes; come along, my dear old warhorse," I murmured, turning my face
toward the wall. "There is a nice little surprise party in here
waiting for you."
The door opened.
"Unlocked!" bawled the Count. "What does this mean, Baron?"
"He gave his word as a gentleman," was the quiet reply.
"Gentleman? Ach! I'll take a look at the gentleman," said the Count,
stepping up to the pallet and shaking me roughly by the shoulder.
"Wake up!"
I sat up so as not to miss the comedy which was about to set its scenes
upon the grim visage of the Count.
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