"I am glad for our sake that recruiting is a failure in England. People here are very bitter against the English, but I explain that you have been hoodwinked by those awful Russians. Your statesmen are so easily taken in. After the war your people will admit it. "Keep the London business together as well as you can. Next year I dare say I shall settle in London myself, and nothing shall interfere with our plans for a partnership. Write to me if you can." ———— "Poor old Max!" thought Kenneth. "Of course, like all Germans, he thinks they will win: professors and the General Staff have drummed that into their foolish heads. He’ll have a shock when I tell him I have joined the army. Now for Frieda." ———— "Was it you?" he read. "I daren’t suggest it to Father; he scoffs at the mere idea that any one could do so audacious a thing. But when you didn’t come back for your luggage I was anxious and went down to the station, and the stationmaster told me that you had gone away with your ticket and hadn’t come for your seat that he had engaged for you, and when I heard the rumour about the French airman I couldn’t help thinking it was just the mad sort of thing you would delight in. Do tell me if I am right. "This is a terrible war, isn’t it? What is the good of you English fighting? Father says your army is too small to do anything, and you can’t get recruits because all your young men want to play football. I am so sorry for you. Father says you will give it up when we take Paris, and then you will have to give us some of your colonies. You have so many that I am sure you can spare some. "We shall very likely come to London next year, Father says. We shall always be friends, you and I, shan’t we? "We haven’t seen anything of Kurt Hellwig lately. You don’t think I grieve?" ———— "It’s amazing!" said Kenneth to himself. "I thought Frieda would have known better. She would laugh, I suppose, if I told her that I am likely to be in Berlin before she comes to London." But Kenneth Amory was to go through many adventures, before he met Remi Pariset in Berlin. PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, BRUNSWICK ST., STAMFORD ST., S.E., AND BUNGAY, SUFFOLK.