found salutation, fairly sweeping
his saddleskirts with his white cap.

"Polite old codger," observed Anguish.

"His company manners. Just let him get you in d' sweatbox, if you t'ink
he's polite."

"Ever been there?"

"Well," a little confusedly, "I pasted a Graustark baggage-smasher
down in d' yards two weeks ago, an' dey had me up. I proved d' feller
insulted a lady, an' old Dangloss let me off, sayin' I'd ought to have a
medal. Dese guys are great on gallantry when ladies is concerned. If it
hadn't been fer dat, I'd be in d' lock-up now. An' say, you ought to see
d' lock-up! It's a tower, wid dungeons an' all dat sort of t'ing. A man
couldn't no more get out 'n' he could fly up to d' monastery. Dey're
great on law an' order here, too. D' Princess has issued strictest kind
of rules an' everybody has to live up to 'em like as if dey was real
gospel. I t'ought I'd put you next, gents, so's you wouldn't be doin'
anyt'ing crooked here."

"Thanks," said Lorry, drily. "We shall try to conduct ourselves
discreetly in the city."

Probably a quarter mile farther down the narrow, level street they came
to the bazaars, the gaudy stores, and then the hotel. It was truly
a hostelry to inspire respect and admiration in the mind of such as
Sitzky, for it was huge and well equipped with the modern appointments.
As soon as the two Americans had been given their rooms, they sent for
their luggage. Then they went out to the broad piazza, with its columns
and marble balustrades, and looked for Sitzky, remembering their
invitation to drink. The guard had refused to enter the hotel with them,
urging them to allow him to remain on the piazza. He was not there when
they returned, but they soon saw him. On the sidewalk he was arguing
with a white-uniformed police guard, and they realized that he had been
ejected from sacred precincts.

They promptly rescued him from the officer, who bowed and strode away as
soon as they interceded.

"Dese fellers is slick enough to see you are swells and I'm not," said
Sitzky, not a bit annoyed by his encounter. "I'll bet my head 'at inside
ten minutes old Dangloss will know who you are, where you come from an'
what you're doin' here."

"I'll bet fifty heads he won't find out what we're doing here," grinned
Anguish, looking at Lorry. "Well, let's hunt up the thirst department."

They found the little apartment in which drinks were served at tables,
and before they said good-by to Sitzky in front