Involuntarily Gisela and her three lieutenants braced themselves against the pillars of the tower.  An instant later the walls of the Maximilianeum rocked under the terrific impact of what sounded like a thousand explosions.  The roar of parting walls, the shriek of shells and bombs bursting high in the air, the sharp short cry of shattered metal, the deep approaching voice of dynamite prolonging itself in echoes that seemed to reverberate among the distant Alps, shook the souls of even those inured to the murderous uproar of the battlefield.

Grotesquely combined with this terrific but majestic confusion of sound were the screams of innocent citizens hanging out of the windows, waving their arms, staring distraught at the sky, convinced, in so far as they could think at all, that a great enemy air fleet was bombarding Germany at last.

Masses of flame and smoke shot upward.  The pale morning sky turned black, rent with darting crimson tongues and lit with prismatic stars.  Other explosions followed in rapid succession, some coming down the light morning wind from a long distance.  Blasts of heat swept audibly through the long galleries of the Maximilianeum.

“It is an inferno!” Marie von Erkel for the moment was almost hysterical.  “Will Munich be destroyed?  Oh, not that!”

“The fire brigades know their business.”  Gisela glanced up at the Marconi station.  Even through the din she could hear the faint crackling of the wireless.  “If all Germany—­”

But her eyes were wild....  If the revolutionists in the rest of the empire had been as prompt and fearless as those of Bavaria, every munition and ammunition factory, every aerodrome and public hangar, save those taken possession of by powerfully armed squads of women, every arsenal, every warehouse for what gasoline and lubricating oils were left, every telegraph and telephone wire, every railway station near either frontier, with thousands of cars and miles of track had been destroyed simultaneously.  The armies would be isolated, without arms or ammunition but what they had on hand or could manufacture in the invaded countries; no food but what they had in storage.  They could not fight the enemy seven days longer; if the Enemy Allies heard immediately of the revolution through neutral channels and believed in it after so many false alarms, the finish of the German forces would come in two days.

But had the women of the other states been as prompt and ruthless as the women of Bavaria?  Spandau, Essen, all the centers in the Rhine Valley for the manufacture of munitions on a grand scale ... the great Krupp factories ... unless they were in ruins the revolution was a failure....