Nolan continued on through the length of the car until he had
reached the one occupied by the Hohenwalds, where he waited on
the platform until the English maidservant saw him and came to
the door of the carriage.

"What hotel are your people going to stop at in
Constantinople?" Nolan asked.

"The Grande-Bretagne, I think," she answered.

"That's right," said Nolan, approvingly. "That's the one we
are going to. I thought I would come and tell you about it.
And, by-the-way," he said, "here's a picture somebody's made
of your Princess Aline. She dropped it, and I picked it up.
You had better give it back to her. Well," he added,
politely, "I'm glad you are coming to our hotel in
Constantinople; it's pleasant having some one to talk to who
can speak your own tongue."

The girl returned to the car, and left Nolan alone upon the
platform. He exhaled a long breath of suppressed excitement,
and then gazed around nervously upon the empty landscape.

"I fancy that's going to hurry things up a bit," he murmured,
with an anxious smile; "he'd never get along at all if it
wasn't for me."

For reasons possibly best understood by the German ambassador,
the state of the Hohenwalds at Constantinople differed greatly