As Barrat sipped his coffee and munched his rolls with the
silent energy of a hungry man, the Colonel turned and strode
up and down the terrace, pulling at his mustache and glancing
sideways. When the Baron had lighted a cigarette and thrown
himself back in his chair, Erhaupt halted and surveyed him in
some anxiety.

"You have been gone over two weeks," he said. "I should like
to see you accomplish as much in as short a time," growled the
other. "You know Paris. You know how hard it is to get
people to be serious there. I had the devil's own time at
first. You got my cablegram?"

"Yes; it wasn't encouraging."

"Well, I wasn't hopeful myself. They wouldn't believe a word
of it at first. They said Louis hadn't shown such great love
for his country or his people since his exile that they could
feel any confidence in him, and that his conduct in the last
six years did not warrant their joining any undertaking in
which he was concerned. You can't blame them. They've backed
him so many times already, and they've been bitten, and
they're shy, naturally. But I swore he was repentant, that he
saw the error of his ways, that he wanted to sit once more
before he died on the throne of his ancestors, and that he
felt it was due to his son that he should make an effort to
get him back his birthright. It was the son won them.
`Exhibit A' I call him. None of them would hear of it until I
spoke of the Prince. So when I saw that, I told them he was a
fine little chap, healthy and manly and brave, and devoted to