"Who is there?" cried a solemn, monkish voice last week, responding to a thunderous knock on the great door of the crypt beneath Vienna's Church of the Capuchins. "Who is there?"
"The body of the Archduke Rainer Karl!"
"We do not know him. Who is he?"
"A poor sinner."
At these last talismanic words the great, rusty doors of the crypt groaned open to receive a Royal corpse for the first time since they closed in 1916 on the body of Franz Josef, Austrian Emperor, King of Hungary, In the presence of a brilliant...
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