"I have told you nearly everything I know. You
will find the rest here."

Essington handed him the note-book containing his
succinct digest. In intelligent anticipation of this
contingency it was written in his clearest handwriting.

"You should have been a German," said the Baron
admiringly.

He glanced with sparkling eyes at the note-book,
and then with a distinctly greater effort the Teutonic
conscience advanced another objection.

"Bot you have bought ze kilt, ze Highland hat, ze
brogue shoes."

"I had them made to your measurements."

The Baron impetuously embraced his thoughtful
friend. Then again his smile died away.

"Bot, Bonker, my voice! Zey tell me I haf nozing
zat you vould call qvite an accent; bot a foreigner--
one does regognize him, eh?"

"I shall explain that in a sentence. The romantic
tincture of--well, not quite accent, is a pleasant little
piece of affectation adopted by the young bloods about
the Court in compliment to the German connections of