exchanged betrayed the anguish of their hearts.

The two ministers, meanwhile, had likewise gone into the ante-room,
and, while waiting for the arrival of the chief of police, conversed
in a whisper.

In the course of a few minutes, the broad-shouldered and erect
figure of the chief of the Viennese police appeared in the official
uniform so well known to the people of the capital, who, for good
reasons, were in the utmost dread of the terrible functionary. When
the rioters beheld him, they turned even paler than before; now they
thought that every thing was lost, and gave way to the most gloomy
forebodings.

Count Saurau beckoned the chief to enter; the latter had a paper in
his right hand.

"Your report," said the count, rather harshly. "How was it possible
that this riot could occur? Was nobody there to disperse the
seditious scoundrels before they made the attack on his excellency's
palace?"

The chief of police was silent, and only glanced anxiously at Baron
Thugut. The latter smiled, and turned to the count:

"I beg you, my dear count, don't be angry with our worthy chief of
police. I am satisfied he has done his whole duty."

"The whole house is surrounded," hastily added the chief. "Nobody
can get out, and I have taken down the names of all the criminals."