to her mouth.
âIâm a surgeon,â Gabriel said as he approached the bed.
The aide lifted his head to look at Gabriel. âThank God youâre hereâ¦I canât hear any breathing,â he said, his voice filled with panic as Gabriel reached past him to feel for the carotid artery in the duchessâs neck. Gabriel tried his fingers in several different positions, but he couldnât find a pulse and when he lifted her closed eyelids he saw the already-glazed, dilated pupils. Gabriel felt strangely calm now; the shock of finding blood in the car had already passed and his surgical instincts had taken over.
âIâm afraid sheâs dead,â Gabriel quietly said to the young man. The woman pressing on the duchessâs abdomen sat back on the bed and let out a low moan, then began to sob uncontrollably. Another aide â Gabriel hadnât noticed her at first â was kneeling on the far side of the bed and she now began to pray and weep at the same time.
The young man pointed at an archway across the room. âThe Archdukeâs through there,â he said. âYou must try to save him.â
Gabriel hurried through the archway and found that it led into a separate annexe, a small dressing area off the main bedroom. In the middle of the annexe was an ornately embroidered red-and-gold Ottoman couch. And lying on his back on the couch, with his eyes closed as if asleep, his hands resting on his lap, his gold-buttoned blue tunic heavily stained with blood, was the Archduke.
Standing above him was General Potiorek, his face a mask of disbelief as he looked down at the wounded man. Kneeling on the floor beside the couch was Colonel Harrach, his clean-shaven cheeks splashed with blood. Standing next to Potiorek was another of the Archdukeâs aides, a frantic look in the manâs eyes as he waved a small pocket-knife in the air.
âIâm sorry,â Gabriel heard the aide say to Potiorek, âbut the buttons are only for decoration: the Archduke always insists on being sewn into his tunic.â
Potiorek and Harrach both looked up at Gabriel as he entered the annexe. âCaptain Bayer â thank God youâre here,â Harrach said as Gabriel knelt beside him.
âPlease, good doctor, can you save him?â Potiorek said, the pitch of his voice raised in desperation as Gabriel took hold of the Archdukeâs wrist. âHe must not dieâ¦â
Gabriel could feel a fast, slender pulse at the wrist bone. âHeâs still aliveâ¦just,â he said, looking up at Potiorek, âbut heâs lost a lot of blood.â He turned to Harrach. âWhereâs he been shot?â he asked.
âIn the chest, I think,â said Harrach, just as the chief appeared in the archway behind, breathing heavily.
âGood God!â the chief exclaimed.
Gabriel looked up at him. âHeâs still alive but bleeding badly.â
The chief knelt beside Gabriel as they tried to find the bullet entry hole. Gabriel could see a large gash had been made across the left side of the Archdukeâs tunic; unsuccessful attempts by the aide to cut the jacket open, he presumed. But the right side of the tunic was more blood-stained and there was a small hole in the right side of the collarâ¦
âThere,â Gabriel said, pointing to the rent in the collar.
The chief reached across and lifted the collar: and immediately a small fountain of blood gushed from a hole at the base of the Archdukeâs neck; Potiorek gasped at the sight. The chief quickly pushed the collar back into place: at the pressure of his hand the Archdukeâs eyes flickered open, then closed again.
Gabriel looked up at the aide. âGive me the knife, quick,â he ordered. As he took the penknife he turned to Harrach. âGet him on his side. Iâll cut the jacket open at the back.â
While the chief kept his fingers on the neck wound, Harrach and the aide
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