"Max!" A sleepy young German, covered with a dresser's apron from his chin to his feet, drew the curtain, and waited for his instructions.

"Bring me my black bag," said Ignatius Wetzel.

Having given that order, he rubbed his hands cheerfully, and shook himself like a dog.

"Now I am quite happy," croaked the terrible old man, with his fierce eyes leering sidelong at the bed.

"My dear, dead Englishwoman, I would not have missed this meeting with you for all the money I have in the world.