As the Minister was a very stout man, inclined to apoplexy, they feared to arouse in him any dangerous excitement, and it was with every possible precaution that they informed him that a very serious attempt upon his life had been planned.

When they saw that he received the news calmly, even with a smile, they gave him, also, the details.

The attempt was to be made on the following day at the time that he was to start out with his official report; several men, terrorists, plans had already been betrayed by a provocateur, and who were now under the vigilant surveillance of detectives, were to meet at one o'clock in the afternoon in front of his house, and, armed with bombs and revolvers, were to wait till he came out.

There the terrorists were to be trapped.
"Wait!" muttered the Minister, perplexed.

"How did they know that I was to leave the house at one o'clock in the afternoon with my report, when I myself learned of it only the day before yesterday ?" The Chief of the Guards stretched out his arms with a shrug.
"Exactly at one o'clock in the afternoon, your Excellency," he said.
Half surprised, half commending the work of the police, who had managed everything skilfully, the Minister shook his head, a morose smile upon his thick, dark lips, and still smiling obediently, and not desiring to interfere with the plans of the police, he hastily made ready, and went out to pass the night in some one else's hospitable palace.