Either way our escape will be discovered, and no later than this morning.

Nay, it must already have been discovered.

Already Innspruck's bells are ringing the alarm; already the pursuit is begun--" and he leaned his head from the window and cried, "Faster! faster!" O'Toole, for his part, shouted, "Trinkgeldt!" It was the only word of German which he knew.

"But," said he, "there was a Saracen lady I learned about at school who travelled over Europe and found her lover in an alehouse in London, with no word but his name to help her over the road.

Sure, it would be a strange thing if I couldn't travel all over Germany with the help of 'Trinkgeldt.'" The word certainly had its efficacy with the postillion.