“Here is something singular about Berlin.  Your man walks through the lines like a wraith—­”

“Not always.  As you get into his stuff you’ll hear things sizzle.”

And thus the Imperial dead return to life through the pages of these stolen diaries.

While the temptation is great to revise the manuscript, so as to make it read more smoothly, it has been decided not to alter a line or letter.  Truth will be better served by publishing what is prudent, under the complicated political circumstances of our times, word for word as it was written by its daring author.

III

WHAT HAPPENED AT BERLIN

For certain persuasive reasons it is deemed prudent to omit that part of the diary which details the writer’s experiences in England, Belgium and Holland.  Those who recognize the incidents hereafter given will appreciate this act of censorship.  The discerning reader will gain all the information necessary by following the “Invisible Diplomat” and author from Berlin to the end of the diary.

The first entry reads: 

“Today I called on Count R——­ at Thiergartenstrasse 23 and handed him the yellow packet.  Then I went with him to the race track at Hoppegarten....  On the way out R. inquired about the incident at Buckingham and asked me if I were willing to continue the adventure....  I assured him that nothing would please me better, providing the lady was good-looking....  He said that there were more than ONE lady as well as a couple of men involved in the affair....  I replied that if there were enough to go around and the men didn’t become too meddlesome, their presence wouldn’t spoil the ’adventure.’...  He assured me that the men were ‘fine fellows,’ the ladies the loveliest on earth, but the ‘adventure’ was one that might mean decapitation for me if I failed in the undertaking....  I told him that just suited me....  ’I expect to meet Colonel Z——­ S——­ von T——­ at the track.  If he takes a liking to you he’ll invite you to Koenigergratzerstrasse for a quiet little talk,’ Count R——­ replied after I had climbed up on the box with him....  We had just reached the old saddle paddock when a man saluted us in a very knowing manner....  It was Colonel Z——­ S——­, who put some pointed questions to me about my recent travels and my knowledge of Oriental languages....  Before returning to the hotel tonight the Colonel asked me to call on him tomorrow....  I feel that his request amounts to a positive command....  I shall call early in the morning....”

4.  On the same page the following entry was made: 

“There were guards everywhere when I called at K-70.  Even the doorkeeper was a non-com, who took my name, entered it in a book with the precise time I called, took down his telephone, merely mentioned my name, hung up the receiver, called an orderly who conducted me through a corridor and three anterooms full of civilian clerks and finally landed me in the private office of Colonel Z——­ S——.  He wore the undress uniform of the Imperial Army, greeted me pleasantly, offered me a cigar and tactfully asked:  ’Have you positively made up your mind to continue in this service?’