prayer, rose before me. No, no; not she. I would stake my life.

"I entered my hotel, and walked across the corridor for the key of my
room. Standing by the porter was an Austrian officer in full uniform, even
to his white kid gloves. As I passed I heard the porter say in German:--

"'Yes; that is the man.'

"The Austrian looked at me searchingly, and, wheeling around sharply,
said:--

"'Monsieur, can I see you alone? I have something of importance to
communicate.'

"The remark and his abrupt manner indicated so plainly an arrest, that for
the moment I hesitated, running over in my mind what might be my wisest
course to pursue. Then, thinking I could best explain my business in
Vienna in the privacy of my room, _I_ said stiffly:--

"'Yes; I am now on my way to my apartment. I will see you there.'

"He entered first, shut the door behind him, crossed the room; passed his
hand behind the curtains, opened the closet, shut it, and said:--

"'We are alone?'

"'Quite.'

"Then, confronting me, 'You are an American?'