Being a man to whom a unit was like a human being and every fraction as a child, the map was accurate in its measurements to the thickness of a hair.

Storri bought the map; it showed the line of that drain which ran so temptingly close to the Treasury gold, and Storri's eye glistened as he followed it to the river's edge.
Storri collected photographs of the Capitol, the White House, and other public structures as a blind to conceal his purpose and lend luster of truth to those tales of his Czar's interest in things American.

One evening Storri related to the San Reve his Czar's desires touching maps and plans and pictures, and showed her, among others, a picture of the Treasury.
Ah, that reminded Storri! His San Reve worked in the office of the supervising architect! Could his San Reve procure him a ground-plan of the Treasury Building?
His Czar had laid especial stress upon such a drawing! Yes, Storri's San Reve could get the desired ground-plan without difficulty.

It would show everything foundational, with a cross-section displaying the depth of the walls below street grades.
The San Reve accepted as genuine Storri's eagerness to serve his Czar.
Nor did she doubt Storri's description of the Czar's American curiosity; from what she had heard of that potentate, the San Reve believed him to be as crazy as a woman's watch.

Certainly, if Storri wished to send the imperial lunatic a cartload of plans, the San Reve would contribute what lay in her power.
The next day Storri received from the San Reve a ground-plan of the Treasury Building.