Carmichael would have recognized that lank form anywhere.

It was the chancellor.

Well, what of it?
Couldn't the chancellor go out in a common hack if he wanted to?
But who was the lady in the veil?
"I've an idea!" As soon as the chancellor disappeared, Carmichael hailed the coachman.
"Drive me through the gardens." "It is too late, Herr." "Well, drive me up and down the Strasse while I finish this cigar." "Two crowns." "Three, if your horse behaves well." "He's as gentle as a lamb, Herr." "And doubtless will be served as one before long.

Can't you throw back the top ?" "In one minute!" Five crowns and three made eight crowns; not a bad business these dull times.
Carmichael lolled in the worn cushions, wondering whether or not to question his man.

But it was so unusual for a person of such particular habits as the chancellor to ride in an ordinary carriage.