o interpose something in the way of caution,
but his wife flashed another signal at him, and he shut up.

'And so I must go,' the Dictator said, 'and I am sorry. I have had a
very happy evening; but you will ask me again, and I shall come, and we
shall be good friends. Shall we not, Mrs. Sarrasin?'

'I hope so,' said the lady gravely. 'We are devoted to your Excellency,
and may perhaps have a chance of proving it one day.'

The Dictator had a little brougham from Paulo's waiting for him. He took
a kindly leave of his host and hostess. He lifted Mrs. Sarrasin's long,
strong, slender hand in his, and bent over it, and put it to his lips.
He felt drawn towards the pair in a curious way, and he felt as if they
belonged to a different age from ours--as if Sarrasin ought to have been
another Goetz of Berlichingen, about whom it would have been right to
say, 'So much the worse for the age that misprizes thee'; as if she were
the mail-clad wife of Count Robert of Paris.

When he had gone, up rose Mrs. Sarrasin and spake:--

'Now, then, Oisin, let _us_ go.'

'Where shall we go?' Oisin asked rather blankly.

'After him, of course.'

'Yes, of course, you are quite right,' Sarrasin said, suddenly waking up
at the tone of her voice to what he felt instinctively must be her view
of the seriousness of the situation. 'You don't believe, my love, that
that telegram came from Hamilton?'

'Why, dearest, of course I don't believe it--it is some plot, and a very
clumsy plot too; but we must take measures to counterplot it.'

'We must follow him to the ground.'

'Of course we must.'

'Shall I bring a revolver?'

'Oh, no; this will be only a case of one man. We shall simply appear at
the right time.'

'You always know what to do,' Sarrasin exclaimed.

'Because I have a husband who has always taught me what to do,' she
replied fervently.

Then the military butler was sent for a hansom cab, and Sarrasin and his
wife were soon spinning on their way to St. James's Park. They had ample
time to get there before the appointed moment, and nothing would be done
until the appointed moment came. They drove to St. James's Park, and
they dismissed their cab and made quickly for the bridge over the pond.
It was not a moonlight night, but it was not clouded or hazy. It was
what sailors would call a clear dark night. There was only one figure on
the bridge, and that they felt sure was the figure of the Dictator. Mrs.
Sarrasin had eyes lik