nach's tired body. And for a second time a hand insinuated itself under his coat, padded quietly about and then proceeded to explore his lower pockets.
But the search proved fruitless. The man swung about, crossed the loggia and hurried in through the open door. As he did so Wilsnach twisted quickly about In the rustic chair, and peered after him.
A second later the disappearing figure had passed from Wilsnach's line of vision. His glimpse of the man was a brief one; and the light had been uncertain. But it both angered and amazed him to realize that his second visitor had been an agent so menial; had been, in fact, one of the hotel waiters.
He was still half-kneeling on the chair, with a head craned about its back, when a quicker step sounded beside him and a hand was clamped on his shoulder. The next moment he saw It was Kestner.
"Who was that man?"
"Never mind who he is. You get down to the carriage entrance and head off Diehms if he tries to climb Into an automobile. I'll get to the main door and stop him there, If he goes that way. If there's no sign of Diehms at your end of the house put a
