"That fool, Anstruther, is bewitched by her Polish wiles, the mongrel inheritance of La Grande Armee's visit to Russia!" Straight as the crow flies, Alan Hawke then pressed on to Lemberg, and hastened to Berlin, having sent on his last official report to Captain Anstruther, at London.

In Berlin, a letter from Jack Blunt decided his whole career.

There was news of moment, which set his hot blood boiling in his veins.
"Simpson, the old body servant, has arrived from India," wrote the disguised ex-convict.

"And he's mighty thick with your shy bird, too.
There is some strange game going on here, which I can't make out.

The cute Yankee professor is furious, for old Fraser has temporarily given him the 'dead cut.' The American is totally neglected, for the old idiot spends half his time, now, shut up in his study with a visiting nigger prince from India, and the yellow fellow's half-breed interpreter.