DISCLOSURES The office of the American consulate in the Adlergasse ran from the front to the rear of the building.

Carmichael's desk overlooked the street.

But whenever a flying dream came to him he was wont to take his pipe to the chair by the rear window, whence he could view the lofty crests of the Jugendheit mountains.

Directly below this window and running parallel with it was the _Biergarten_ of the Black Eagle.
It is a quiet tonic to the mind to look off, to gaze at sunlit, cloud-embraced mountain peaks, Walter Pater to the contrary.
Carmichael's mind that morning needed quiet, and so he came to this window; and with a smoldering pipe let himself to dreams.

He was still in the uniform of the royal hunt, a meet having taken place that morning.