The Pond lecture folk took him up and arranged a tour for him. Consciously or unconsciously, they swallowed Duquesne whole. They had him photographed in his new uniform, with the ribbons of three decorations over his heart, and they reproduced the natty figure on the cover of a publicity folder announcing the subjects on which Captain Claude Staughton was prepared to talk. “Captain Staughton,” read the folder, “has perhaps seen more of the war than any man at present before the public.... He wears ribbons showing that he has received five medals: two of these the King’s and Queen’s for service in the Boer war, carrying seven clasps; one is for service in Natal, and two for bravery in saving lives. A sixth French medal for which he has been cited is yet to be awarded. At the outbreak of the Boer war, Captain, then Lieutenant, Staughton, was an officer in one of Australia’s crack horse regiments, the Mounted Rifles. He went with his regiment to Africa, and served in Cape Colony, Orange Free State, Transvaal, Natal and Basuto Land. He was with Kitchener at the Battle of Paardeburg when General Cronje was captured; was with Lord Roberts at the Capture of Bloemfontein; at the fall of Johannesburg and the seizure of Pretoria. Later, in pursuit of DeWet’s army, he was attached to General Knox’s flying column as intelligence officer and commandeering officer for the Australian Bushmen. He later entered the Cape forces and took active part in the clearing up of Basuto Land, and in the last Natal insurrection he fought with the Natal forces.” That is a mere fragment of the fighting in which this eulogy proceeded to sketch Captain Staughton’s modest part. New Guinea, Gallipoli, Flanders, the Somme, Arras (illustrated by motion pictures), four times gassed, three times bayoneted, once pronged by a German trench-hook--those were the high lights of the career which, the folder assured the public, had finally brought him face to face with the most fearless lecture audience in the world--the United States. He would be pleased to lecture on the story of the Anzacs, underground warfare--or, on “German Spy Methods,” of which “he had learned much in Egypt.” One of the sub-topics in this lecture on German spy methods was this: “Germany pays nothing for its spying on us.--We pay it all.--How long will we stand it?” Well, we stood it for a long time--too long a time by half. But not long enough to permit Captain Staughton to lecture before many audiences, nor to ask this question too frequently. He gulled a few suburban Sunday schools, but his arrest put an end at least to his attempt to pick up a bit of odd change by collecting insurance. For the steamship _Tennyson_ was British territory, and, as this is written, the report comes that this picturesque charlatan is going back across the Atlantic, to be tried for the murder of a British sailor. So begins the last chapter in the story of Fritz Duquesne. X THE PRUSSIAN, THE BOLSHEVIK, AND THE ANARCHIST