“I shall call a Cabinet Council for Monday,” he said; “This is Friday. You will find it convenient to attend?” Pérousse, rising at the same time, assented smilingly. “You will see things in a better and clearer light by then,” he said. “Rely on me! I have not involved you thus far with any intention of bringing you to loss or disaster. Whatever befalls you in this affair must equally befall me; we are both in the same boat. We must carry things through with a firm hand, and show no hesitation. As for the King, his business is to be a Dummy; and as Dummy he must remain.” Lutera made no reply. They shook hands,--not over cordially,--and parted; and as soon as Pérousse heard the wheels of the Premier’s carriage grinding away from his outer gate, he applied himself vigorously to the handle of one of the numerous telephone wires fitted up near his desk, and after getting into communication with the quarter he desired, requested General Bernhoff, Chief of the Police, to attend upon him instantly. Bernhoff’s headquarters were close by, so that he had but to wait barely a quarter of an hour before that personage,--the same who had before been summoned to the presence of the King,--appeared. To him Pérousse handed a slip of paper, on which he had written the words ‘Pasquin Leroy.’ “Do you know that name?” he asked. General Bernhoff looked at it attentively. Only the keenest and closest observer could have possibly detected the slight flicker of a smile under the stiff waxed points of his military moustache, as he read it. He returned it carefully folded. “I fancy I have heard it!” he said cautiously; “In any case, I shall remember it.” “Good! There is a man of that name in this city; trace him if you can! Take this note to Mr. David Jost”--and while he spoke he hastily scrawled a few lines and addressed them--“and he will give you an exact personal description of him. He is reported to have left for Moscow,--but I discredit that statement. He is a foreign spy, engaged, we believe, in the work of taking plans of our military defences,--he must be arrested, and dealt with rigorously at once. You understand?” “Perfectly,” replied Bernhoff, accepting the note handed to him; “If he is to be discovered, I shall not fail to discover him!” “And when you think you are on the track, let me have information at once,” went on Pérousse; “But be well on your guard, and let no one learn the object of your pursuit. Keep your own counsel!” “I always do!” returned Bernhoff bluntly. “If I did not there might be trouble!” Pérousse looked at him sharply, but seeing the wooden-like impassiveness of his countenance, forced a smile. “There might indeed!” he said; “Your tact and discretion, General, do much to keep the city quiet. But this affair of Pasquin Leroy is a private matter.” “Distinctly so!” agreed Bernhoff quietly; “I hold the position entirely!”