The officer desired the passengers to line themselves up against the train. A suggestive order, and confusion. Whispers in the crowd.... "Personally, I prefer the guillotine.... No, no, madame. There is no danger. These are good boys. Soldiers of the government. You can tell by the sleeve-bands. White. Merely baggage inspection." Dorn waited his turn. A group of soldiers approached slowly, delving into pockets for weapons, peering into opened pieces of baggage. Babble, expostulation, eager politeness of innocent travelers, and outside the long crack of rifles, an occasional rip of a machine-gun. The group of soldiers paused before him. "I am an American," he spoke in English, "with the American commission." The announcement produced its usual effect. Bows, salutes, smiles. He pulled out his passport and foreign-office credentials. An officer stepped forward and glanced at them. "Very good," in courteous English, "you will pardon for the delay. We are having a little trouble here." He indicated the city with a nod of his head and smiled wryly. In German he continued sharply, "Gottlieb, Neuman, you will escort this gentleman and his friends to whatever place they wish to go. Take my car at post 10." Two soldiers saluted. The officer bowed with a smile. The travelers moved off with their escort toward the street. Mathilde kept her eyes on von Stinnes as they entered a gray automobile. "Von Stinnes and I will sit in the back," she whispered to Dorn. The Baron nodded. "Careful of your Leugger," he whispered, "the soldiers will see it. You can shoot me just as easily if you keep it hidden. I have frequently fired through my pocket." In a hotel room a half-hour later, Mathilde, grown jubilant as a child, was clapping her hands and laughing. "It was too simple!" she cried. Dorn drew a small suitcase from under the bed and opened it. "Here it is," he laughed. He removed an oblong package. His eyes sought von Stinnes, standing near the window leisurely smoking a cigarette. "You will find Levine in the Gambrinus Keller," von Stinnes spoke without turning around. "I advise you to go at once, Matty, before the streets crowd up." He wheeled and held an envelope toward the girl. "Take this. It will make it easier for you to get in. They are very careful right now. It's a letter of credentials from Dr. Kasnilov." Mathilde opened the envelope mechanically, her eyes seeking the thought under the Baron's smile. "Thanks," she spoke in German. "I will go now. I will see you after. At dinner to-night. Here." She walked quickly from the room, the oblong package under her arm. CHAPTER VII