offices have been the centre of intrigue for the downfall of this land of ours. The real German spy, who is unnaturalised, and risks his life, deserves as much credit as the brave men of the Prussian Guard. But the low swine who would sever the hand that has fed them are the ones we should hound out of our country." "But I say, Greens," interrupted Captain Coronet, "don’t you think we have frightened these bounders?" "No. They are still working. And they even cover their sins by sending their sons into the commissioned and other ranks of our forces. Many of these boys fight gallantly for us, while their dirty old fathers are playing a double game. I admit we must be generous. A German must remain a German. He is entitled to his patriotism. Still, that is no argument for our stupidity. Our land, our homes, our liberty, and our women are dear to us. By heavens! we have got the finest heritage of all the nations. It’s worth fighting for; yes, worth dying for." "Good old Greens," echoed the thrilled subalterns. Then Longlegs started him off again by the sceptical inquiry— "Look here, Greens, can you prove what you say? If you can catch a real live spy in Mudtown within the next month, I’ll stand champagne all round." "Done," said Greens, with an emphasis which startled all. "But, I say, it’s two _A.M._ We’ve been talking for hours. We’d better go to bed. Good-night." "Good-night, Greens," answered his fellow-officers, remaining a little behind to discuss the wonderful phase of his character which Greens had so well revealed. "Longlegs," said Coronet, as he turned into his sleeping bags, "you’ve lost your bet. Greens will keep his word." "Good luck to him," replied the long subaltern as he also went off into the arms of Morpheus. ――――