"That is my advice," said Saunders. "I have only been in Weidenbruck twenty-four hours, but have been here long enough to see the need of strong measures." "You are right," said the King with some bitterness; "the woman who was once my wife and who hates me more than anything on earth, is seen at large unmolested in my capital. The Princess Gloria,--a charming young lady, who would like to see me guillotined in order that she may sit more comfortably in my seat,--is waiting her opportunity to cross the frontier and take up her quarters here, if she has not done so already. The music-halls resound with incendiary ditties! There is one in particular, the Rothlied,--a catchy melody with a most inspiriting refrain,--which frankly and courageously advocates my removal to a better world. I am a patient man, God knows, and I desire peace at almost any price; but there are limits to my forbearance. Yet, when I put in a plea for action, I am told that a rash step would precipitate a revolution. I am beginning to think that my friend Saunders here is my best counsellor, and that simplicity is the best policy." A roar of cheering from the crowd betokened the presence of the competitors on the ice. General Meyer rose from his seat. "The best policy is generally simple," he said, "and so is the worst. But with your Majesty's permission I will withdraw. My services are required below." Hardly had Meyer left when Mrs. Saunders was ushered into the royal enclosure. She was a tall, fair woman with a cold, correct profile and unemotional grey eyes. Her manner was usually reserved, and her speech mocking. She possessed, however, a keen, if caustic, sense of humour, and those few people who were privileged to know her well were wisely proud of the privilege. The King rose from his chair, his gaze resting admirably on the tall, athletic figure in its neat Chinchilla coat and smart fur toque. "Enter the Ice Queen!" said his Majesty, offering her the chair vacated by the Commander-in-Chief. "Has the skating begun?" the lady thus addressed inquired animatedly. "Not yet," her husband answered, "the competitors are having a little preliminary exercise while Meyer is putting on his skates. But you come at an opportune moment, my dear. We were indulging in a political discussion. I was advocating bold measures; Meyer, masterly inactivity. I desire your support for my arguments." "Meyer says we can't trust the army," put in the King. "Of course you can't trust the army," said Mrs. Saunders; "for it is not commanded by a soldier. General Meyer is an excellent judge of skating and champagne, but he is more of a policeman than a warrior. I should send him on a diplomatic mission to a remote country." "And whom would you make Commander-in-Chief in his place?" asked the King smiling. "One of the competitors to-day." "What!" exclaimed the King, mystified. "Who?" "Why, my husband's friend--George Trafford, the American!"