his best guttural. "I tought all de M. P.'s vere Engleesch."
"Military Police, from the zone of occupation. On medical detail from the Base Hospital at Coblentz. I have to see Mr. Quackenbush."
"I am sorry, M.P., I onderstand Engleesch mid huge difficulties."
"Maybe you can read it, sir. I have an extradition paper here that explains the matter."
The Colonel examined the document, apparently with some perplexity, for he lingered over it until three footmen entered with a decanter of brandy.
"Dere is a photographs here," he said. "Vot a nasty looking gustomer. You hunting somevon, hey? De Herr Ambassador he is fugitive?"
"No sir, but I need his OK to get codperation from the Farniente police."
"It is pitiful, M.P., de Herr Ambassador could not be coöperated schust now. His vife got hysterics, his baby got de nervous prostrations, himself is about to try to gollect some money from de Illyrian dreasury. It is a diffi-
