Bellamy nodded.

"I shall go on to Berlin, perhaps, to-morrow," he said. "I can do
no more good here. And you?"

"After I've sent my cable I'm off to Belgrade for a week, at any
rate," Dorward answered. "I hear the women are forming rifle
clubs all through Servia."

Bellamy smiled thoughtfully.

"I know one who'll want a place among the leaders," he murmured.

"Mademoiselle Idiale, I suppose?"

Bellamy assented.

"It's a queer position hers, if you like," he said. "All Vienna
raves about her. They throng the Opera House every night to hear
her sing, and they pay her the biggest salary which has ever been
known here. Three parts of it she sends to Belgrade to the Chief
of the Committee for National Defence. The jewels that are sent her
anonymously go to the same place, all to buy arms to fight these
people who worship her. I tell you, Dorward," he added, rising to
his feet and walking to the window, "the patriotism of these people
is something we colder races scarcely understand. Perhaps it is
because we have never dwelt under the shadow of a conqueror. If
ever Austria is given a free hand, it will be no mere war upon which
she enters, - it will be a carnage, an extermination!"