He is a great patriot and a daring fellow.

He hates Napoleon, and if he once has him in his grasp, he will die rather than suffer him to escape, though Napoleon should offer a kingdom as a ransom.
Now farewell, count, and may God grant that we see each other again successful! May the guardian angel of our native land protect us in the perils which we must bravely meet." "So be it," said the count, cordially pressing in his own Kraus' extended hand.

"Go to Totis: I will go to Genoa, to await my prisoner there." With the same hasty steps as he had come, Commissioner Kraus again hastened down the steps, and once more plunged into the tumult of the street.

After a short walk, he again entered a house and ascended the stairs to a door in the fourth story beside which, in a rush-bottomed chair, sat a servant, with his head bowed on his breast, sleeping peacefully.
Baron von Moudenfels or Commissioner Kraus tapped the slumberer lightly on the shoulder.
"Wake up and open the door, Peter!" he said.
The man started up and stared at the person standing before him with dilated eyes.
"Who are you, sir, and what do you want of me ?" he exclaimed sulkily.
"Then you don't know me ?" asked Kraus, smiling.

"Must I tell you that I am your master ?" "Herr Baron! Is it you?
Is it possible that it's you; that anybody can disguise himself so--and--" "Hush! you know that you are not to wonder at anything, and must always be prepared to see me in any disguise.