ment until the end of the war, or
possibly an exchange for some Austrian in England. But they should not
catch him! Concealed in his belt he wore the American revolver, and
carried some cartridges which Zubeydeh had restored to him.

The weather fortunately had been fine, and the days and nights in the
open were rapidly restoring him to strength. The discomfort at the wound
in his body which had bothered him for a few days had disappeared. He
was well. And with health came hope, faith even, in the star of his
fortunes. It took him two weeks to reach Polishka, below which he
crossed the Save at night in a boat which he found moored to the bank,
and daylight found him at a small village through which a railroad ran
north towards the plains of the Danube. Here he paused dead-tired for
food and rest.

The innkeeper, who spoke German fairly well, swallowed Renwick's story,
his taste somewhat stimulated by the sight of the ten-_kroner_ piece
which the Englishman used in paying for his breakfast.

But the time had now come for the execution of a bold plan which for
some days and nights Renwick had been turning over and over in his mind.
It was a good plan, he thought, a brave plan which stood the test of
argument pro and con. The British Embassy in many of its investigations
during times of peace,--investigations of a purely personal or financial
nature,--had been in the habit of calling in the services of one Carl
Moyer, an Austrian who ran a private inquiry bureau in Vienna. He was an
able man, not directly connected with the secret service department of
the Empire, but frequently brought into consultation upon matters
outside the pale of politics. Renwick's interest in Moyer had been
limited to the share they had both taken in some inquiries as to the
standing of a Russian nobleman who had approached the Ambassador with a
scheme of a rather dubious character. But a physical resemblance to
Moyer, which had been the subject of frequent jokes with Otway, had now
given Renwick a new and very vital interest in the personality of the
man which had nothing to do with their business relations. Moyer was
thinner than Renwick, and not so tall, but their features were much
alike. When at first the idea of an impersonation had come to Renwick,
he had rejected it as dangerous, but the notion obsessed him. The very
boldness of the project was in its favor. He could now move freely along
the railroads and if one ignored the hazard of me