"My friend," he said, "there are interests which are sometimes elastic, _rapprochements_ which may vary between chilly friendliness and a certain intimacy. But between the interests of the Double Four and the interests represented by that young man there yawns the deepest gulf which you or any other man could conceive. Bernadine represents the Teuton--muscle and bone and sinew. He is German to the last drop of his heart's blood. Never undervalue him, I beseech you. He is not only a wonderful politician: he is a man of action, grim, unbending, unswerving as a man may be whose eyes are steadfastly fixed upon one goal. The friendships of France may sometimes change, but her one great enmity never. Bernadine represents that enmity. According to the measure of your success, so you will find him placid or venomous. Think of yourself as a monk, dear Baron, and Bernadine as the Devil Incarnate. From him there is safety only in absence." Peter smiled as he shook hands with his companion and climbed into the train. "At any rate," he said, "I have been warned." * * * * * During the journey to Boulogne, at least, the repeated warnings of the Marquis seemed quite unnecessary. Bernadine and his companion remained in their engaged carriage, and de Grost, who dined in the restaurant car and sauntered once or twice along the corridors, saw nothing of them. At Boulogne they stayed in their carriage until the rush on to the boat was over, and it was not until they were half-way across the Channel that Peter felt suddenly an arm thrust through his as he leaned over the rail on the upper deck. He moved instinctively away from the vessel's side, a proceeding which seemed to afford some amusement to the man who had accosted him. "Monsieur le Baron," said Bernadine, "let me be the first to congratulate you upon your new dignity." "Very kind of you, I am sure, Count von Hern," Peter answered. "Bernadine to you, my friend," the other protested. "So you have come once more into the great game?" Peter remained silent. His features had assumed an expression of gentle inquiry. "Once more I congratulate you," Bernadine continued. "In the old days you were shrewd and successful in your small undertakings, but you were, after all, little more than a policeman. To-day you stand for other things." "Monsieur le Comte talks in enigmas," Peter murmured. Bernadine smiled.