blue eyes--the eyes of an enthusiast, one would say--passed
Sebastian, making a little gesture which at once recommended
silence, and bade him turn and follow. At the entrance to a little
alley leading down towards the Marienkirche the fat man awaited
Sebastian, whose pace had not quickened, nor had his walk lost any
of its dignity.

"Not there to-night," said the man, holding up a thick forefinger
and shaking it sideways.

"Then where?"

"Nowhere to-night," was the answer. "He has come--you know that?"

"Yes," answered Sebastian slowly, "for I saw him."

"He is at supper now with Rapp and the others. The town is full of
his people. His spies are everywhere. There are two in the Weissen
Ross'l who pretend to be Bavarians. See! There is another--just
there."

He pointed the thick forefinger down the Portchaisengasse where it
widens to meet the Langgasse, where the last remains of daylight,
reflected to and fro between the houses, found freer play than in
the narrow alley where they stood.

Sebastian looked in the direction indicated. An officer was walking
away from them. A quick observer would have noticed that his spurs
made no noise, and that he carried his sword instead of allowing it
to clatter after him. It was not clear whence he had come. It must