"Your thoughts are in the Bois, _cher ami_.

What is the password of the brotherhood to the cause of Germany, stupid?
It is not right, non! non! It is not right!" The cause of Germany! At the words the truth rushed like a flash of inspiration across Cleek's mind.

The cause of Germany! What a dolt he was not to have thought of that before! There was but one phrase ever used for that among the Kaiser's people, and that phrase-- "'To the day!'" he said, with a burst of sudden laughter.

"My wits are in the moon to-night, _la reine_.

'To the day,' of course--'To the day!'" And even before she replied to him, he knew that he had guessed aright.
"Bravo!" she said, with a little hiccough--for the absinthe, of which she had imbibed so freely to-night, was beginning to take hold of her.
"A pretty conspirator to forget how to open the door he himself locked! It is well I know thee--it is well it was the word of les Apaches in the beginning, or I had been suspicious, silly! Wait but a moment!"-- putting her hand to her breast and beginning to unfasten her bodice--"wait but a moment, Monsieur Twitching-Fingers, and the thing shall be in your hand." The strain, the relief, were all too great for even such nerves as Cleek's, and if he had not laughed aloud, he knew that he must have cheered.
"Oho! you grin because one's fingers blunder with eagerness," hiccoughed Margot, thinking his laughter was for the trouble she had in getting the fastenings of her bodice undone.