"Seems so," the Captain said. "You'll notice what he has to say about the mixup with the Russian Royal family at Tobolsk and Tumen. There's a lot of our fellows who don't take any stock in that assassination business at 'Katerinburg." "I began to read: 'I had walked from Euston Station to Madame Tussaud's, when the messenger jumped from his motorcycle and rushed up to me--' Your diarist starts out in London, I see." "Yes, he is some globe trotter--" "'"Go to Birdcage and walk slowly back to Queen Victoria Memorial. As you pass Buckingham, observe the heavily veiled lady wearing white lace wristlets who will follow on behind. Let her overtake you. If she utters _the correct phrase_, go with her at once to Admiralty Arch and follow the Life Guard to the War Office. Meet number ... there; receive a small orange-colored packet, _wear the shirt he gives you_, and cross the Channel at once"'--I see! From Buckingham Palace to the War Office; sounds interesting." "It is; that fellow is all there!" complimented the Captain. "'The meeting at the _Huis ten-Bosch_ points to Wilhelmstrasse. Nothing can be done here. They suspect Downing Street.'--Ah, at The Hague, and at the _ten-Bosch_ too, where the Czar and Andrew Carnegie held their first Peace Conference in 1899; this looks significant!" "Keep going," said the Captain; "that fellow's got 'The Man in the Iron Mask' brushed off the map." "Here is something singular about Berlin. Your man walks through the lines like a wraith--" "Not always. As you get into his stuff you'll hear things sizzle." And thus the Imperial dead return to life through the pages of these stolen diaries. While the temptation is great to revise the manuscript, so as to make it read more smoothly, it has been decided not to alter a line or letter. Truth will be better served by publishing what is prudent, under the complicated political circumstances of our times, _word_ for _word_ as it was written by its daring author. III WHAT HAPPENED AT BERLIN For certain persuasive reasons it is deemed prudent to omit that part of the diary which details the writer's experiences in England, Belgium and Holland. Those who recognize the incidents hereafter given will appreciate this act of censorship. The discerning reader will gain all the information necessary by following the "Invisible Diplomat" and author from Berlin to the end of the diary. The first entry reads: