"
"He should not have done so," the baron said shortly, "for the
orders are strict touching the entry of any here. However, as
he has taken the clock to pieces, he can put it together again."
So saying he went over to the table where Malcolm was at work and
stood for a minute or two watching him. The manner in which Malcolm
fitted the wheels into their places, filing and oiling them wherever
they did not run smoothly, satisfied him that the youth was what
he seemed.
"You are young to have completed your apprenticeship," he said.
"It is expired but two months, sir," Malcolm said, standing up
respectfully.
"Under whom did you learn your trade?" the governor asked; "for I
have been in Nuremberg and know most of the guild of clockmakers
by name."
"Under Jans Boerhoff, the syndic of the guild," Malcolm replied.
"Ah!" the baron said shortly; "and his shop is in -- "
"The Cron Strasse," Malcolm said promptly in answer to the implied
question.
Quite satisfied now, the baron turned away and conversed a few
minutes with the count, telling him that as the surgeon said he
could now be safely removed he would in three days be transferred
to an apartment in the fortress.
"Will the countess be permitted to accompany me?" the count asked.
"That I cannot tell you," the baron replied. "We are expecting
a messenger with his majesty's orders on the subject tomorrow or
next day.
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