Monsieur!” the man assented. “As yet I think they are fast asleep. Not one of them has rung for his coffee.” 

 “Where are they booked for?” 

 “For London, Monsieur.” 

 “You do not happen,” Bellamy continued, “to have heard them say anything about leaving the train before then?” 

 “On the contrary, sir,” the porter answered, “two of the gentlemen have been inquiring about the boat across to Dover. They were very anxious to travel by a turbine.” 

 Bellamy nodded. 

 “Thank you very much. You will be so discreet as to forget that I have asked you any questions concerning them. As for me, if one would know, I am on my way to Berlin.” 

 The bell rang. The man looked outside and put his head once more in Bellamy’s coupe. 

 “It is one of the gentleman who has rung,” he declared. “If anything is said about leaving the train, I shall report it at once to Monsieur.” 

 “You will do well,” Bellamy answered. 

 The porter returned in a few moments. 

 “Two of the gentlemen, sir,” he announced, “are undressed and in their pyjamas. They have ordered their breakfast to be served after we leave Munich.” 

 Bellamy nodded. 

 “Further, sir,” the man continued, coming a little closer, “one of them asked me whether the English gentleman—meaning you—was going through to London or not. I told them that you were getting out at the next station and that I thought you were going to Berlin.” 

 “Quite right,” Bellamy said. “If they ask any more questions, let me know.” 

 Mademoiselle Idiale, with the aid of one of the two maids who were traveling with her, was able to make a sufficiently effective toilette. At a few minutes before the time for luncheon, she walked down the corridor and recognized Von Behrling, who was sitting with his companions in one of the compartments. 

 “Ah, it is indeed you, then!” she exclaimed, smiling at him. 

 He rose to his feet and came out. Tall, with a fair moustache and blue eyes, he was often taken for an Englishman and was inclined to 

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