straw on the back of toleration. Eminence, do you realise how violent the feeling is against us?"
The old man shook his head lamentably.
"Do I not?" he murmured. "And my Germans are in it? Are you sure?"
"Eminence, it is a vast plot. It has been simmering for months. There have been meetings every week. They have kept the secret marvellously. Your Germans only delayed that the blow might be more complete. And now, to-morrow—" Percy drew back with a despairing gesture.
"And the Holy Father?"
"I went to him as soon as mass was over. He withdrew all opposition, and sent for you. It is our one chance, Eminence."
"And you think our plan will hinder it?"
"I have no idea, but I can think of nothing else. I shall go straight to the Archbishop and tell him all. We arrive, I believe, at three o'clock, and you in Berlin about seven, I suppose, by German time. The function is fixed for eleven. By eleven, then, we shall have done all that is possible. The Government will know, and they will know, too, that we are innocent in Rome. I imagine they will cause it to be announced that the Cardinal-Protector and the Archbishop, with his coadjutors, will be present in the sacristies. They will double every guard; they will parade volors overhead—and then—well! in God's hands be the rest."
"Do you think the conspirators will attempt it?"
"I have no idea," said Percy shortly.
"I understand they have alternative plans."
"Just so. If all is clear, they intend dropping the explosive from above; if not, at least three men have offered
