Yet he had seen her, and he felt that he would be able to follow Auersperg wherever he might go.

He had no doubt that the prince would leave in the morning, traveling swiftly by automobile, but he, plodding on foot, or in any way he could, would surely follow.

It gave him courage to remember the old fable of the tortoise and the hare, a fable which doubtless has proved a vain consolation to many a man, far behind in the race.
"Come to the Inn of the Golden Lion," he said to Scheller, for whom he had a genuine friendly feeling, "and take a glass of beer with me.

I was wandering about, and it interested me to see the great people go into the hotel or come out." "A half-dozen of our famous generals are there," said Scheller, who seemed to be both well informed now and talkative.
"Some one told me that the great Prince Karl of Auersperg was there, too," said John at random.
"So he is," replied Scheller, seeing nothing unusual in the question, "and he has with him under close guard the two French women spies.

It's quite certain that he will carry them into Austria, perhaps to Salzburg or some place near there." It was precious information, given casually by a chance acquaintance, and John believed that it was true.