cult moment. You seddle down qvietly, visit de sights, by und bye ve see vot ve can do."
"I'm sorry, I got my orders."
"I do not onderstand," said the Colonel affably, signalling the footmen to approach. "Anyhow, our old Illyrian osbitality must be observe. A glass of de 1865 cognac, M.P., den ve summon de Herr Quackenbush.—More dan vonce, dey tell me, dis cognac have save de state."
The sergeant, much pleased, accepted the glass and drank with enthusiasm. He was then surprised to find Colonel Cointreau holding a small shining barrel at his face.
"Put 'em up!" said the Colonel. "Quick! No noise about it, buddy."
The M.P.'s arms rose, one hand still holding the empty glass, which Romsteck carefully took and replaced on the tray. The three brawny footmen stood ready.
"You dirty Fritz, what's the idea?" cried the astounded victim.
"Tousand apology," said the Colonel, re-
