n?"

"It is so, Monsieur!"

"I may be wrong," Bellamy continued slowly, "but I believe that if
I asked you a question and it concerned some Germans and Austrians
you would tell me the truth."

The man's gesture was inimitable. Englishmen to him were obviously
the salt of the earth. Germans and Austrians--why, they existed
as the cattle in the fields--nothing more. Bellamy gave him a
sovereign.

"There were three Austrians who got in at Vienna," he said. "They
are in numbers ten and eleven."

"But yes, Monsieur!" the man assented. "As yet I think they are
fast asleep. Not one of them has rung for his coffee."

"Where are they booked for?"

"For London, Monsieur."

"You do not happen," Bellamy continued, "to have heard them say
anything about leaving the train before then?"

"On the contrary, sir," the porter answered, "two of the gentlemen
have been inquiring about the boat across to Dover. They were very
anxious to travel by a turbine."

Bellamy nodded.

"Thank you very much. You will be so discreet as to forget that I
have asked you any questions concerning them. As for me, if one
would know, I am on my way to Berlin."

The bell rang. The man looked outside and put his head once more
in Bellamy's coupe.

"It is one of the gentleman who has rung," he declared. "If
anything is said about leaving the train, I shall report it at once
to Monsieur."

"You will do well," Bellamy answered.

The porter returned in a few moments.

"Two of the gentlemen, sir," he announced, "are undressed and in
their pyjamas. They have ordered their breakfast to be served after
we leave Munich."

Bellamy nodded.

"Further, sir," the man continued, coming a little closer, "one of
them asked me whether the English gentleman--meaning you--was
going through to London or not. I told them that you were getting
out at the next station and that I thought you were going to Berlin."

"Quite right," Bellamy said. "If they ask any more questions, let
me know."

Mademoiselle Idiale, with the aid of one of the two maids who were
traveling with her, was able to make a sufficiently effective
toilette. At a few minutes before the time for luncheon, she walked
down the corridor and recognized Von Behrling, who was sitting with
his companions in one of the compartments.

"Ah, it is indeed you, then!" she exclaimed, smiling at him.

He rose to his feet and came out. Tall, with a fair moustache and
blue eyes, he was o