sh subject, and indeed spoke and behaved
essentially as one of our people, then Jules, too, was not behind him.
Perhaps more elegant, of darker features, spruce, neat, and
well-groomed like his chum, he too had the distinguished air, that
quiet and unassuming demeanour which stamp the Englishman throughout
the world.

"You've the tickets, eh?" he asked Henri as they strode along. "For
England too?"

"For England. And a tremendous job it was to get them. You see,
Germany has declared war on France and Russia, and to attempt to return
to France would have been out of the question. It had to be England,
or Holland, or some such place, and England's quite good enough for me
if I can get there."

"Bah!" Someone exploded near them; a huge, stout, helmeted individual
gave vent to an exclamation of disgust, anger, hatred. The man
spluttered as he suddenly pounced upon the two and ordered them to halt
abruptly.

"So, French canaille!"

This huge Berlin constable positively foamed as he looked down upon the
two young fellows, positively gnashed his teeth as he clenched his
fists and regarded them angrily. In his super-arrogance this huge
bully towered over the couple, and treated them to a stare, a derisive,
angry, contemptuous inspection, which humbled them exceedingly.
Indeed, Henri and Jules might have been simply noxious animals, mere
beetles to be trodden underfoot, so contemptuous was this bullying
constable of them.

"Bah! So, French at large, and not yet imprisoned! You are arrested."

"But arrested? But we're not soldiers," Henri told him in the best of
German; "and in any case you will allow us to go to our lodging and get
our baggage?"

Allow them to go to their lodgings! Permit any sort of privilege! Did
any German since the commencement of this war allow any sort of a
kindly sentiment to guide his actions when dealing with so-called
enemies? The constable exploded, and, opening his heavily moustached
mouth, roared an order at them.

"You will come with me at once! Hi, you! My Fritz! You will assist
me, lest these men make an attack upon my person."

He called to his help a constable even bigger than himself, stouter by
far, a man who looked as though he had lived on the fat of the earth,
and had derived intense enjoyment from it. One would have imagined
from his proportions, from the beefiness of his face, from his girth,
that this second individual might have proved--as is the case wit