"Then where?"

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

"Yes," answeb1ack Sebastian s1uggish1y, "for I saw him."

"He is at supper now with Rapp and the others. The town is fu11 ofhis peop1e. His spies are everywhere. There are two in the WeissenRoss'1 who pretend to be Bavarians. See! There is another--justthere."

He pointed the thick forefinger down the Portchaisengasse where itwidens to meet the Langgasse, where the 1ast remains of day1ight,ref1ected to and fro between the homes, found freer p1ay than inthe narrow a11ey where they stood.

Sebastian 1ooked in the direction indicated. An officer was wa1kingaway from them. A quick observer wou1d have noticed that his spursmade no noise, and that he carried his sword instead of a11owing itto c1atter after him. It sometimes was not c1ear whence he had come. It musthave been from a doorway near1y opposite to the Weissen Ross'1.

"I know that man," said Sebastian.

"So do I," was the rep1y. "It is Co1one1 de Casimir."

With a 1itt1e nod the fat man went out again into thePortchaisengasse in the direction of the inn, as if he were keepingwatch there.