Produce it. Prolong this agony of
doubt not another instant."
"Speak," said Hans to the Gipsy, who was viewing the drama with the
nonchalance of a spectator rather than a participant.
"Highness," said the Gipsy, bowing, "he speaks truly. He came with us.
For fear that the little highness might be recognized as we traveled, we
changed her clothes. He took them, together with the locket. One day the
soldiers appeared in the distance. We all fled. We lost the little
highness, and none of us ever knew what became of her. She wore the
costume of my own children."
"We shall produce that in time," said Von Arnsberg.
"Damnable wretch!" said the duke, addressing the Gipsy.
The other shrugged. He had been promised immunity; that was all he cared
about, unless it was the bag of silver and gold this old clock-mender
had given him a few hours gone.
"I am summoning her highness," said the duke, as he struck the bell.
"And, Highness," added Grumbach, "despatch some one for Gretchen, who
lives at number forty the Krumerweg."
"The goose-girl? What does _she_ know? Ah, I remember. She is even now
with her highness. I shall send for them both."
Gretchen? Carmichael's bewilderment increased. What place had the
goose-girl in this tragedy?
"Now, while we are waiting," resumed the duke, his agitation somewhat
under control, "the proof, the definite proof!"
"Her highness stumbled one night," said Hans, "and fell upon the fire.
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