the latter alone would understand. But this Turkish agents were
evidently on his track all the time, and doubtless the Bureau of
Spies was kept well advised. He landed at Ilsin from a coasting
steamer from Ragusa to the Levant.

For two days before his coming there had been quite an unusual number
of arrivals at the little port, at which arrivals are rare. And it
turned out that the little hotel--the only fairly good one in Ilsin--
was almost filled up. Indeed, only one room was left, which the
Voivode took for the night. The innkeeper did not know the Voivode
in his disguise, but suspected who it was from the description. He
dined quietly, and went to bed. His room was at the back, on the
ground-floor, looking out on the bank of the little River Silva,
which here runs into the harbour. No disturbance was heard in the
night. Late in the morning, when the elderly stranger had not made
his appearance, inquiry was made at his door. He did not answer, so
presently the landlord forced the door, and found the room empty.
His luggage was seemingly intact, only the clothes which he had worn
were gone. A strange thing was that, though the bed had been slept
in and his clothes were gone, his night-clothes were not to be found,
from which it was argued by the local authorities, when they came to
make inquiry, that he had gone or been taken from the room in his
night-gear, and that his clothes had been taken with him. There was
evidently some grim suspicion on the part of the authorities, for
they had commanded absolute silence on all in the house. When they
came to make inquiry as to the other guests, it was found that one
and all had gone in the course of the morning, after paying their
bills. None of them had any heavy luggage, and there was nothing
remaining by which they might be traced or which would afford any
clue to their identity. The authorities, having sent a confidential