"Should I have gone to England or France?" suggested Gard. "Yes. At any rate, not here. The German procedure roughens the fiber and lowers the moral standards of the general student. Instruction here is along mental and manual lines. The Teuton is meant to be a specialist. He is competent but not refined." The two compatriots gossiped along about this and that. "I'm having a devil of a time sleeping on my bed," confessed Gard. "You ought to know about German beds. How do you get on with them?" "The German bed helps to give the German his bad disposition. I put two beds side by side and sleep across the middle. That's one way to fool the German bed. If I saw yours I might be able to suggest something." Anderson frankly expressed a desire to visit the Loschwitz home. So on Gard's invitation they had lunch and went out to his suburb. CHAPTER X SPIES AND WAR They took off the bed clothes, including the two huge feather bolsters in the center. "These bolsters are for the gingerbread effect that the German likes everywhere," explained the visitor. They examined the remaining construction. It was narrow and short. It suggested a granite-like base. "Rock of Ages!" commented Anderson. "As you can't ask for an additional bed, all I can see is for you to swill beer and then you don't care where you sleep. That's the way the Germans do." The journalist appeared disappointed in not meeting any of the family that first day. Frau was overwhelmed in kitchen duties and not presentable. The other members were away, working, working. Anderson had to be contented with Gard's description of them, after the latter had passed the cigars. "Who's the spy in your family?" abruptly asked the elder. "The spy?" "Yes, the spy. Every well-regulated German family should have a spy in it." "What for?" queried Kirtley in surprise. "Why, for the Kaiser, of course. Who else? The Teutons call him euphemistically the Government. But without Wilhelm there wouldn't be any German Government." "Why should he want spies in his own German families?" interrogated Gard innocently. "Didn't every medieval feudal lord keep close tab on his subjects--the people he owned? The Kaiser wants to know of any signs of disloyalty. If a household harbors any foreigners, as your family is doing, he wants to know what they are up to." "Do you mean to say that the Government knows about me--that I'm being watched?" "They are at least ready to watch you. Mind you, Germany is a real block-house, and the elaborate spy system is an integral part of it. I should say, from what you tell me of the Buchers, that young Rudolph is the sleuth here." "Rudolph?" "Yes. He's doubtless keeping an eye on you and reporting to the authorities if there's anything suspicious about you and your actions." And then the journalist, pleased to have a fresh listener, launched upon his pet idea.