Mr. Cartoner. He is in the employ of his country. And he has a great
reputation, to which I take off my hat."

And he saluted gayly Cartoner's reputation.

"It would never do," continued Martin, "for us, the suspects, to be
avowedly the friend of the man who is understood to be an envoy in some
capacity of his government. Whether he is really such or not is of no
consequence. It matters little to the dog, you remember."

"But what are we to do?" asked Wanda, practically. "Let us have a clear
understanding. Are we to pass each other in the streets?"

"No," answered Cartoner, speaking at length, without hesitation and
without haste--a man who knew his own mind, and went straight to the
heart of the question. "We must not meet in the streets."

"That may not be as easy as it sounds," said Wanda, "in a small city
like Warsaw. Are you so long-sighted that you can always make sure of
avoiding us?"

"I can, at all events, try," answered Cartoner, simply. After a
pause (the pauses always occurred when it happened, so to say, to be
Cartoner's turn to speak) he rose from the stone seat, which was all
that the Bukatys could offer him in Warsaw. "I can begin at once," he
said, gravely. And he took off his hat and went away.

It was done so quickly and quietly that Wanda and Martin were left in
silence on the seat, watching him depart. He went the way he had come,
down the broad walk towards the colonnade, and disappeared between the