road--young, hot-headed fellows with restless fingers on the triggers?
The youth will certainly refuse to surrender, whereupon, bang, bang! he
falls into the ditch with a brace of bullets in his body. You and I will
have an enemy the less. This is not the way I planned it in my dreams,
but we must take our revenge with the sauce fate serves it up to us 'on
the table of Fact.'"

"The scheme is plausible."

"Feasible! especially will it work like well-oiled machinery if you play
your part of lure creditably."

"My part?" questioned the major.

"Yes, yours. With a sorrowful eye and a smooth face, I confess I could
not confront the man I hate as strongly as his father. You are
different--you are an arch-villain--a born diplomatist who wears the
very mask for this task and has no face, no compunction, no pity of his
own. Go into that house, ask for Herr Daniels--that is the Jew player's
non-professional name--and see him and his daughter, perhaps, the young
student, too. Boldly proclaim your position as the Secret Intelligence
Agent, by which you learned their whereabouts, and that they harbor the
charitable young man who saved your life. Touch lightly on his thumping
you within an inch of it, and enlarge on your undying gratitude.
Apologize to the young lady--lay all blame on her irresistible charms
and abuse a little the fair and fickle Fraulein von Vieradlers who has
eloped without so much as an adieu to you! Depend upon it, Jews though
they are, they will applaud your Christian forgiveness, and, I do not
doubt, Frenchman though he is, young Clemenceau will give you his hand.
Dilate not at all, but urge him to leave the town without delay. From