Arm in arm, Prince Terniloff and his host climbed the snow-covered slope at the back of a long fir plantation, towards the little beflagged sticks which indicated their stand.

There was not a human being in sight, for the rest of the guns had chosen a steeper but somewhat less circuitous route.
"Von Ragastein," the Ambassador said, "I am going to give myself the luxury of calling you by your name.

You know my one weakness, a weakness which in my younger days very nearly drove me out of diplomacy.

I detest espionage in every shape and form even where it is necessary.

So far as you are concerned, my young friend," he went on, "I think your position ridiculous.