er than the others and
with a red-tiled roof John thought must be the inn of the good Herr
Leinfelder, and his surmise proved to be correct.

"It's fortunate that you are blond," said John to Julie, "as most people
think the French are dark. Still, both you and Suzanne look French, and
I recommend that you do not take off your wraps until you go to your
room, and that you also have your dinner served there. It's best for
you, Mademoiselle Julie, to be seen as little as possible, and your role
as a great lady of the semi-royal house of Auersperg permits it. Now,
may I lay the injunction upon both you and Suzanne that you permit me to
do all the talking?"

"I obey," said Julie, "but I'm not so sure of Suzanne."

"I never talk unless it's needful for me to speak," said Suzanne with
dignity.

Many eyes watched the great limousine as it rolled into Tellnitz, and
stopped before the excellent inn of Herr Johann Ignatz Leinfelder. Herr
Leinfelder himself appeared upon the gravel, his round red face beaming
at the sight of guests, evidently of importance, at a time when so few
guests of any kind at all came. John in his role of chauffeur said to
him with an air of importance:

"A lady of the family of Prince Karl of Auersperg, on her way to
Trieste. She wishes a room, the very best room you have, to which she
can retire with her maid and seek the rest she so badly needs after her
long journey over bad roads."

The good Herr Leinfelder bowed low. John's manner impressed him. It was
a perfect reproduction of the style affected by the flunkies of the
great.

"We have a splendid chamber for the princess and a smaller one adjoining
for her maid," said the host. "It's an honor to Tellnitz and to me that
a lady of the house of Auersperg should stop at my inn. The prince
himself, we hear, has returned to the great war."

"Ah!" said John, but there was immense satisfaction under the subdued
"ah" over the important information coming to him by mere chance. He
opened the door for Julie and Suzanne to alight, and still heavily
muffled they were bowed into the house by Herr Leinfelder.

"I shall be on guard tonight," whispered John to Julie, as she passed.
"Did you hear him say that the Prince of Auersperg had gone back to the
war?"

She nodded as she disappeared into the interior of the inn, and he knew
that a weight had been lifted from her heart also. The pursuit surely
could not be so fierce and lasting when the one who gave