The Wolf turned to the dark man with the scarred cheek, and
pointed to his heavy, bristling mustache.

"That must come off," he said. "There is a job for you in the
Administration Building where Colonel Bright has his office. You
will clean," as the man scowled, "I know you hate it. Never
mind! Care not! We are in trust. You must do all as I say. I
am your superior officer."

"What do you do, Excellency?" asked the dark man with something
of a sneer.

"I come to buy horses, Ledermaim, and my father and Colonel
Bright's father, they were friends. I bring a letter from my
father in Switzerland. Unfortunately the Colonel's father, he is
dead; so I make acquaintance with his son. Do you see, Ledermann
and Adolph, and you too, Weasel, that I take for myself the
hardest job? Now attend. Under no circumstances are you to
speak to me. If it is necessary to communicate with me before
the close of the fair you will wipe your faces with one of these
drab handkerchiefs. Then you will come here, right here; no
place nearer, and wait for me. I will keep all the papers
instead of dividing them as before. You, Ledermann, have plans
of all the plants of any size about here. Thanks." He filed the
papers away. "Adolph, give me the fair ticket, and the envelope
with the blank paper. It looks innocent enough, doesn't it? All
white paper; no writing. Yet there is news indeed on that good,
innocent, little sheet if one knows how to make it tell. I'll
take them, Adolph."