his hand to the newcomer in welcome.

"Go tell his Majesty," he said to the servant.

The man hesitated and bowed. "His Majesty still sleeps."

"Wake him," commanded Erhaupt. "Tell him I said to do so.
Well, Baron," he cried, gayly, as he stepped forward,
"welcome--or are you welcome?" he added, with an uneasy laugh.

"I should be. I have succeeded," the other replied gruffly,
as he brushed past him. "Where is the King?"

"He will be here in a moment. I have sent to wake him. And
you have been successful? Good. I congratulate you. How far
successful?"

The Baron threw himself into one of the wicker chairs, and
clapped his hands impatiently for a servant. "Twelve thousand
pounds in all," he replied. "That's more than he expected.
It was like pulling teeth at first. I want some coffee at
once," he said to the attendant, "and a bath. That boat
reeked with Moors and cattle, and there was no wagon-lit on
the train from Madrid. I sat up all night, and played cards
with that young Cellini. Have Madame Zara and Kalonay
returned? I see the yacht in the harbor. Did she succeed?"

"We do not know; the boat only arrived at daybreak. They are
probably on the launch that is coming in now."