-five people in the United States who
know there is such a country as Graustark."

"I don't believe that a single soul over there has heard of the place,"
vouchsafed Lorry, very truthfully.

"I'll accept the amendment," said Anguish. Then he proceeded to take a
snap-shot of the castle from the middle of the street. He also secured
a number of views of the mountain side, of some odd little dwelling
houses, and two or three interesting exposures of red-robed children.
Everybody, from the children up, wore loose robes, some red, some black,
some blue, but all in solid colors. Beneath these robes were baggy
trousers and blouses among the men, short skirts among the women. All
wore low boots and a sort of turban. These costumes, of course,
were confined to the native civilians. At the hotel the garb of the
aristocrats was vastly different. The women were gowned after the latest
Viennese patterns, and the men, except those of the army, wore
clothes almost as smart as those which covered the Americans. Miss
Guggenslocker--or whatever her name might be--and her carriage companion
were as exquisitely gowned as any women to be seen on the boulevards or
in Hyde Park of an afternoon.

It was late in the afternoon when they returned to the hotel. After
dinner, during which they were again objects of interest, they strolled
off towards the castle, smoking their cigars and enjoying the glorious
air. Being a stranger in a strange land, Lorry acted on the romantic
painter's advice and also stuck a revolver in his pocket. He laughed at
the suggestion tha there might be use for the weapon in such a quiet,
model, well-regulated town, but Anguish insisted:

"I've seen a lot of these fellows around town who look like genuine
brigands and cutthroats, and I think it just as well that we be
prepared," asserted he, positively, and his friend gratified what he
called a whim.

At ten o'clock the slender moon dropped behind the mountain, and the
valley, which had been touched with its tender light, gradually took on
the somberness and stillness of a star-lit night. The town slumbered at
eleven, and there were few lights to be seen in the streets or in the
houses. Here and there strolled the white-uniformed police guards;
occasionally soldiers hurried barracksward; now and then belated
citizens moved through the dense shadows on the sidewalks, but the
Americans saw still life in its reality. Returning from their stroll
beside the castle-walls,