"
"He is Prince Walmoden," said Maurice, "and for some reason not
known, the emperor has promised to recall him."
This information caused the Captain to step back, and he
muttered the name several times. "Austria. . . ." A gloom
settled on his face. "No matter. Prince or no prince, or had he
one thousand emperors behind him, no matter. Four of you seek
him and arrest him. If he offers resistance, knock him on the
head, but arrest him. A traitor is without name, country or
respect. His purpose . . . Never mind.
"Four of you seek for Kopf. Look into Stuler's, in at the opera,
and follow Kopf's woman home. I'll take it upon myself to
telegraph the frontier to allow no one to cross on the pain of
being shot. Pass the word to the officers in the stables. Hurry
away before the archbishop hears of the matter. Away with you,
and quietly. And one of you seek that blockhead of a coachman,
who did not know enough to come back here and inform us.
Beauvais, make him a prisoner, you are not to know why. As for
Kopf, dead or alive--alive will be less convenient for all
concerned. Off with you!"
The guardroom was at once emptied, and the cuirassiers turned
off toward the stables, where the main body of the troops was
stationed.
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