was one of the secretaries of that embassy who informed him of
their intended departure that morning on the eleven o'clock
train to Paris.

"To Paris!" cried Carlton, in consternation. "What! all of them?"

"Yes, all of them, of course. Why?" asked the young German.
But Carlton was already dodging across the tan-bark to
Piccadilly and waving his stick at a hansom.

Nolan met him at the door of Brown's Hotel with an
anxious countenance.

"Their Royal Highnesses have gone, sir," he said. "But I've
packed your trunks and sent them to the station. Shall I
follow them sir?"

"Yes," said Carlton. "Follow the trunks and follow the
Hohenwalds. I will come over on the Club train at four. Meet
me at the station, and tell me to what hotel they have gone.
Wait; if I miss you, you can find me at the Hotel Continental;
but if they go straight on through Paris, you go with them,
and telegraph me here and to the Continental. Telegraph at
every station, so I can keep track of you. Have you enough money?"

"I have, sir--enough for a long trip, sir."

"Well, you'll need it," said Carlton, grimly. "This is going
to be a long trip. It is twenty minutes to eleven now; you
will have to hurry. Have you paid my bill here?"