To cut the story short, at half past eleven that night Sapt and I mounted our horses. Fritz was again left on guard, our destination not being revealed to him. It was a very dark night. I wore no sword, but I carried a revolver, a long knife, and a bull’s-eye lantern. We arrived outside the gate. I dismounted. Sapt held out his hand.
“I shall wait here,” he said. “If I hear a shot, I’ll – ”
“Stay where you are; it’s the King’s only chance. You mustn’t come to grief too.”
“You’re right, lad. Good luck!”
I pressed the little gate. It yielded, and I found myself in a wild sort of shrubbery. There was a grass-grown path and, turning to the right as I had been bidden, I followed it cautiously. My lantern was closed, the revolver was in my hand. I heard not a sound. Presently a large dark object loomed out of the gloom ahead of me. It was the summer-house.
Reaching the steps, I mounted them and found myself confronted by a weak, rickety wooden door (дойдя до ступенек, я поднялся /по/ ним и очутился перед непрочной, расшатанной деревянной дверью;
“Shut the door,” she whispered (закройте дверь, – прошептала она).
I obeyed and turned the light of my lantern on her (я повиновался и направил на нее свет моего фонаря). She was in evening dress, arrayed very sumptuously (она была в вечернем платье, весьма роскошном;
“Don’t talk,” she said (/ничего/ не говорите, – сказала она). “We’ve no time (у нас нет времени). Listen (слушайте)! I know you, Mr. Rassendyll (я вас знаю, мистер Рассендил). I wrote that letter at the duke’s orders (я написала то письмо по приказу герцога).”
“So I thought (так я и думал),” said I.
“In twenty minutes three men will be here to kill you (через двадцать минут здесь будут трое, чтобы убить вас).”
“Three – the three (трое – те трое)?”
“Yes. You must be gone by then (да; к тому времени вы должны уйти). If not, tonight you’ll be killed (если нет, сегодня ночью вас убьют) – ”
“Or they will (или их убьют).”
Reaching the steps, I mounted them and found myself confronted by a weak, rickety wooden door, which hung upon the latch. I pushed it open and walked in. A woman flew to me and seized my hand.
“Shut the door,” she whispered.
I obeyed and turned the light of my lantern on her. She was in evening dress, arrayed very sumptuously, and her dark striking beauty was marvellously displayed in the glare of the bull’s-eye. The summer-house was a bare little room, furnished only with a couple of chairs and a small iron table, such as one sees in a tea garden or an open-air café.
“Don’t talk,” she said. “We’ve no time. Listen! I know you, Mr. Rassendyll. I wrote that letter at the duke’s orders.”
“So I thought,” said I.
“In twenty minutes three men will be here to kill you.”
“Three – the three?”
“Yes. You must be gone by then. If not, tonight you’ll be killed – ”
“Or they will.”