"I shall be on guard tonight," whispered John to Julie, as she passed.
"Did you hear him say that the Prince of Auersperg had gone back to the
war?"
She nodded as she disappeared into the interior of the inn, and he knew
that a weight had been lifted from her heart also. The pursuit surely
could not be so fierce and lasting when the one who gave it impulse was
gone.
There was a small garage behind the inn, and the great automobile almost
filled it, but John, clinging to his role of chauffeur, which was
expedient in every sense, would not trust it to any of the servants of
the hotel. He inspected it carefully himself, saw that everything was in
proper order, and not until then did he enter the inn in search of food
and fire.
"My mistress?" he asked of August, the head waiter. "Has she been
properly served? His Highness, Prince Karl of Auersperg, will not
forget it if a lady of his family does not receive the deference due to
her."
"Dinner has just been served to the princess," said August,
deferentially, as the chauffeur's tone had been peremptory. "I return in
a moment myself to see that every detail is attended to properly."
"Then look to it," said John, as he slipped a five-kronen piece into his
hand, "and see also that she is not disturbed afterward. Her Highness
wishes a good night's rest.
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