"Just so," Seaman muttered grimly. "The English country under a foot of
snow! So you have nothing more to say to me, Johann Wolff?"

"I have executed my mission to his Excellency," was the apologetic
reply. "I am sorry to have caused displeasure to you, Herr Seaman."

The latter rose to his feet. Dominey had already turned towards the
door.

"You will spend the night here, of course, Mr. Miller?" he invited.
"I dare say Mr. Seaman would like to have another talk with you in the
morning."

"I shall gladly spend the night here, your Excellency," was the polite
reply. "I do not think that I have anything to say, however, which would
interest your friend."

"You are making a great mistake, Wolff," Seaman declared angrily. "I
am your superior in the Service, and your attitude towards me is
indefensible."

"If the gentleman would only believe," the culprit begged, "that he is
mistaking me for some one else!"

There was trouble in Seaman's face as the two men made their way to
the front of the house and trouble in his tone as he answered his
companion's query.

"What do you think of that fellow and his visit?"