han one quick-sighted looker-on should
comment on the fact that this was not an ordinary group of individuals.

"See that fine, big lad over there!" said a workman, whose head, with a
pipe in its mouth, stuck out of a third-class smoking carriage window.
"He's some sort of a young swell, I'll lay a shillin'! Take a look at
him," to his mate inside.

The mate took a look. The pair were of the decent,
polytechnic-educated type, and were shrewd at observation.

"Yes, he's some sort of young swell," he summed him up. "But he's not
English by a long chalk. He must be a young Turk, or Russian, sent
over to be educated. His suite looks like it. All but the
ferret-faced chap on crutches. Wonder what he is!"

A good-natured looking guard was passing, and the first man hailed him.

"Have we got any swells traveling with us this morning?" he asked,
jerking his head towards the group. "That looks like it. Any one
leaving Windsor or Sandringham to cross from Dover to-day?"

The man looked at the group curiously for a moment and then shook his
head.

"They do look like something or other," he answered, "but no one knows
anything about them. Everybody's safe in Buckingham Palace and
Marlborough House this week. No one either going or coming."

No observer, it is true, could have mistaken Lazarus for an ordinary
attendant escorting an ordinary charge. If silence had not still been
strictly the order, he could not have restrained himself. As it was,
he bore himself like a grenadier, and stood by Marco as if across his
dead body alone could any one approach the lad.

"Until we reach Melzarr," he had said with passion to the two
gentlemen,--"until I can stand before my Master and behold him embrace
his son--BEHOLD him--I implore that I may not lose sight of him night
or day. On my knees, I implore that I may travel, armed, at his side.
I am but his servant, and have no right to occupy a place in the same
carriage. But put me anywhere. I will be deaf, dumb, blind to all but
himself. Only permit me to be near enough to give my life if it is
needed. Let me say to my Master, 'I never left him.'"

"We will find a place for you," the elder man said, "and if you are so
anxious, you may sleep across his threshold when we spend the night at
a hotel."

"I will not sleep!" said Lazarus. "I will watch. Suppose there should
be demons of Maranovitch loose and infuriated in Europe? Who knows!"

"The Maranovitch and Iar