As the burden of the poster was also being published in the _Arbeiter-Zeitung_, it began to affect the people’s nerves, and to cause restlessness throughout the city. Was there not some truth in this last statement of the mysterious League of True Christians? It gave rise to heated discussions at meetings, in the barroom, and on the tramway. Somehow the remark about the provincialization of Vienna hovered in the air--it seemed to acquire wings, for soon it was heard everywhere, and even the Christian _Weltpresse_ quite unintentionally closed an editorial with: “We must do everything to avoid provincialization!” The government, very much annoyed, exhorted the police to discover the malefactor who was putting up the posters. But their efforts were in vain. New leaflets appeared every day or two, always in different places--on the doors of the houses and churches, once even on the portals of the Chancellor’s Palace, of Police Headquarters, and of the Parliament Building. Always they bore a terse but effective attack on the government, an inflammatory suggestion to the people. And each time the _Arbeiter-Zeitung_, having received a mailed copy the day before, was enabled to publish in its early morning edition the contents of the leaflet which would be put up that day. After a short while all Vienna was seething with excitement; almost all conversation centered about these leaflets, and everybody puzzled over who might be behind this mysterious League. From week to week the number of those who agreed with the message of the little proclamations increased, Social-Democratic meetings again drew large crowds, and the Chancellor’s prestige fell to an appreciable extent. One afternoon Lotte went over to Leo’s earlier than he had expected. As she had her own key to the apartment, and since Leo was not waiting for her in the living-room as he usually did, she went directly into the studio. Leo quickly threw a cloth over a little wooden table, and then greeted her with a somewhat embarrassed air. Lotte pulled his little beard, looked straight into his eyes, and said: “Look here, Leo, you’re trying to hide something from me! What have you got there under that cloth?” Leo laughed heartily. “You’ve the eyes of a lynx, darling mine! Well, I guess I’ll have to tell you my secret now.” He pulled off the cloth, and Lotte saw, beside a box of type and a miniature hand-press, a pile of newly printed sheets. Amazed, she read: “Citizens of Vienna! Are you better or worse off today than in the time of the Jews? Think it over calmly, and you will find the right answer! Years ago we all cried: ‘Throw out the Jews!’ But today we cry: ‘Let in the Jews who really want to work loyally with us!’ The League of True Christians.” Dumfounded, uncomprehending, Lotte dropped the paper and picked up another sheet, on which was printed: