They laid their plans with skill worthy of their training. The State
library building was across from the Capitol, and they were
connected by tunnel. "I never saw before," said the Senator, "what
that tunnel was for, but I see now what a great thing it is. We'll
get him in at the west door of the library--we can drive right up to
it, you know, and then we walk him through the tunnel. That's a
stone floor"--the Senator was chuckling with every sentence--"so I
guess they won't be carpeting it. There's a little stairway running
up from the tunnel---and say, we must telephone over and arrange
about those keys. There'll be a good deal of climbing, but the
Prince is a good fellow, and won't mind. It wouldn't be safe to try
the elevator, for Harry Weston would be in it taking somebody a
bundle of tacks. The third floor is nothing but store rooms; we'll
not be disturbed up there, and we can look right down the rotunda
and see the whole show. Of course we'll be discovered in time; some
one is sure to look up and see us, but we'll fix it so they won't
see us before we've had our fun, and it strikes me, McVeigh, that
for two old fellows like you and me we've put the thing through in
pretty neat shape."

It was a very small and unpretentious party which stepped from the
special at Water Street a little before two. The Prince was wearing
a long coat and an automobile cap and did not suggest anything at
all formidable or unusual. "You've saved the country," Senator
Patton whispered in an aside. "He was getting bored. Never saw a
fellow jolly up so in my life. Guess he was just spoiling for some
fun. Said it would be really worth while to see somebody who wasn't
looking for him."