"Oh, by the way, you were good enough to change your mind to-day about the personal attractiveness of our ladies.
Permit me to observe, in return, that not a few of our most distinguished beauties were good enough to make inquiries as to your identity." He left the American standing at the head of the steps, gazing after his retreating figure with a look of admiration in his eyes.
Truxton fared forth into the streets that night with a greater zest in life than he had ever known before.

Some thing whispered insistently to his fancy that dreariness was a thing of the past; he did not have to whistle to keep up his spirits.

They were soaring of their own accord.
He did not know, however, that a person from the secret service was watching his every movement.

Nor, on the other hand, is it at all likely that the secret service operative was aware that he was not the only shadower of the blithe young stranger.
A man with a limp cigarette between his lips was never far from the side of the American--a man who had stopped to pass the time of day with William Spantz, and who, from that hour was not to let the young man out of his sight until another relieved him of the task..