Well? No trace

At the Embassy. The Ambassador is sat at a table, the Countess in a chair in front and the General standing next to her. All are in their bedclothes. A man marches to the desk.
AMBASSADOR. Well?
SERVANT. No trace, Your Excellency.
AMBASSADOR. Have you searched the grounds?
SERVANT. Every inch, Sir, from the attics to the cellar.
AMBASSADOR. I must put you on your honor not to speak of this to anyone. I must remind you that the Princess is the direct heir to the throne. This must be classified as top-crisis secret. Have I your pledge?
SERVANT. Yes, Sir.
AMBASSADOR. Very well. [The man turns and marches out. He turns to the other two]. Now we must notify Their Majesties.  The General looks up at him, worried; the Countess looks up at the General, standing, and turning to the Ambassador who looks atthem, waiting for an affirmation. Receiving none, he stands up himself and walks from behind the desk.

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