"Your appetite is gone then?" imperturbably.
"Yes, and get you gone with it!"
The innkeeper surveyed me for a space. "Will you kindly tell me from
whom you received the information that Her Highness was at the inn?"
I produced the unsigned letter. He read it carefully, while Gretchen
looked on nervously.
"Ach!" said the innkeeper, "that Stahlberg! He shall be dismissed."
Unhappily for him, that individual was just passing along the corridor.
The innkeeper signaled him to approach.
"How dared you?" began the innkeeper, thrusting the letter under
Stahlberg's nose.
"Dare?--I?--Herr," said the big fellow, "I do not understand. What is
it you accuse me of?"
"This," cried the innkeeper: "You have written to Herr Winthrop and
told him that Her Highness was at the inn. And you were expressly
forbidden to do so."
Stahlberg looked around blankly. "I swear to heaven, Herr--"
"Do not prevaricate!" the innkeeper interrupted. "You know that you
wrote this."
"Stahlberg," I cried excitedly; "tell me why you wrote this note to me
and I'll see that you are taken care of the rest of your days.
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