The chancellor resumed his more definite labors, and the secret agent hurried away to the nearest telegraph office.
"So I am to stand on these two feet ?" Monsieur Ferraud ruminated, as he took the seat by the window in the second-class carriage for Munich.
"All the finer the sport.

Ten thousand marks! He forgot himself for a moment.

And I might have gone further and said that ninety thousand marks would be added to those ten thousand if the bribe was accepted and the promise fulfilled." Ah, it would be beautiful to untangle this snarl all alone.

It would be the finest chase that had ever fallen to his lot.

No grain of sand, however small, should escape him.