o him immediately, he would never
recover strength to ring the death-bell to which ran the wires appended
to his fingers and toes.

With three or four rapid strokes and twistings, Claudius broke them. He
looked round; this waif of the gutter had no clothes, but a torn and
shapeless garment dangled over his head; it was the old cloak of the
student. The pockets had been torn bodily away to save time; it was the
mere integument of the garment.

But it sufficed to retain the scanty heat lingering in the unfortunate
man, when wrapped about him. With a surprising spell of strength,
Claudius lifted him upon his breast when so enveloped, and crossed the
grounds for the third time.

The warder had returned but he had left the gate open to close its
sliding grate by mechanism worked within his little house. To his amazed
eyes, Claudius presented himself with the burden.

"Help him! revive him! he is living!" he said. "I will go fetch the
police surgeon! it is my officer--Major von Sendlingen!"

After the announcement of the rank, Claudius knew that the officer would
want for nothing. He let the body fall into the large armchair and,
taking advantage of the warder's consternation at seeing the dead-like
body sitting between him and the only exit, glided through the narrow
space between the sliding rails and disappeared.

The boom of an alarm bell, set swinging over the gateway by the warder,
added wings to his feet, for he feared that police and patrol would
hurry to the cemetery from all quarters, and he wanted, above all, to
reach the Jew's hotel before morning.

CHAPTER VI.

TWO AUGURS.

Fortunately for the student, the night birds whom he met and to whom in
asking information to arrive at the Persepolitan Hotel, he gave
preference over the policemen, felt a fellow feeling for a man pallid,
tottering, and in clothes which had suffered during his scramble through
the exhausted mines underlaying Munich.

He reached the hotel before dawn and was not sorry to find it one of
those old-fashioned hostelries continuing traditions of the
posting-houses, where he might not expect to be challenged because of
his appearance. In the stable yard, between a half-awakened horse and a
sleepy watchdog, who received the new guest with a blinking eye and
affectionate tongue, an ostler was washing down a ramshackle chaise.
Claudius guessed that it was prepared for his flight and his heart
warmed at this proof of the Jew having