Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 92: what you’re looking at

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84 _--«-HER ROYAL LOVER. The whole morning passed lugubriously, excited- ly, at the embassy. The investigating magistrate arrived an hour after having been informed. The depositions of the witnesses so far interro- gated were incoherent, incomplete, without any definite result. There was little or nothing to be learned from that quarter. One of the nurses, however, who slept with the children in the upper story, had heard some noise and had even risen. She had gone to the door of Glascha, the chambermaid of the princess, whose room adjoined her own. But she had tranquillized her; their master, very passionate, very violent, often had scenes with their mistress, even during the night; then he would fly into a passion, and for nothing he would utter the loudest cries. “It is probably he that you heard, and Kassar, who sleeps on the ground floor, near the entrance door, watches so well that you have nothing to fear,” the chambermaid had added, endeavoring to quiet the nurse. Moreover, all had very quickly returned to the habitual calm. A Thessalian hostler, recently dismissed, gave some details still more precise about the passionate temperament of the prince. But there was nothing to extract from the Caucasian servants of the am- bassador, and the magistrate remained morally con- vinced, in his own mind, that Mineleko after having in a fit of rage strangled his old Kassar, had thrown the body out of the window, a suspicion, however, which he could not openly declare, the indications which he had being neither conclusive enough nor Eomichbooks.co