“Vhen I dry, I gan disguises meinselluf as vell as eenypoty,” the baron had protested; “but yoost dhis dime I aind’t going to tried idt; I am going to der show, unt loogk aroundt a liddle afdher idt iss ofer. Alreadty I haf peen to dhis show more as vunce; unt I gan go ag’in mitout keeking oop any teeficuldy.” Buffalo Bill had let the baron go. After the Casino performance was over, the German managed to lose himself in the wine rooms and corridors that lay behind the Casino and connected it with the establishment presided over by Gopher Gabe. Yet he had not escaped observation entirely. A waiter, meeting him in a passage, had asked him what he was doing there. And when the baron said he was trying to find his way out, the waiter had escorted him to the exit. The baron had gone out; then he had come in again. This time he professed to be seeking White-eyed Moses. “I hear he iss a Cherman, unt uff so, I vant to git acvainted mit him,” was his statement. He did not find White-eyed Moses--did not look for him; but again made his way into the passage which he had been forced to leave. When near the saloon he heard the low grumble of the voice of Gopher Gabe, at the time Gabe was talking with the woman; but he could not hear what was said. Crouching in a dark corner, the baron waited; he wanted to see with whom the saloon keeper was conversing. It was while in that spot that the big figure of Gopher Gabe loomed before him; then passed swiftly on, bearing in his arms what seemed to be the limp body of a woman. Gopher Gabe had apparently passed without seeing the baron. The latter rose up immediately and began to follow. “Dot iss shure a vomans,” he thought; “unt it look to me as if she iss inkinscious. Uff so, idt haf a meanness.” In the dim light, the baron saw Gopher Gabe slide his huge bulk through one of the doors of the wine rooms. Then the door closed behind him. But as the room was not lighted the baron was not able even yet to make sure that this was Gopher Gabe. So he crouched outside, again waiting. He had reached the belief that the woman was Vera Bright. Five minutes later the big man came out of that room, alone. Again he passed the baron, without apparently seeing him; and went toward the saloon. The baron squatted in the gloom, staring at the door, which the saloon keeper had closed behind him on coming out. “He leef der inkinscious voman in dot room vor shure,” was the baron’s conclusion. “Maybe diss iss a case uff murter. Idt iss oop to me to see. By yiminy, uff a murter haf been gommitted, Gopher Gape vill findt himselluf in a slings.” He rose to his feet, trembling with eagerness. “Shall I dry der door?” he asked himself. “I ton’dt know vot iss in dare; unt maybe I gan’t git in uff I dry idt. Yidt, here iss going.” He crept up to the door, listened, then tried some keys he had on a ring in his pocket. To his gratification one of them turned the bolt of the lock, and the door opened.