“Thank you.  I should like all the information you care to give me; but it may amuse you to know that I have seen the gentleman before.”

“That is possible,” remarked the old man, who never evinced surprise in any circumstances.

“I expect to see him here within a few days.”

Count von Stroebel held up his empty glass and studied it attentively, while he waited for Armitage to explain why he expected to see Rambaud in Geneva.

“He is interested in a certain young woman.  She reached here yesterday; and Rambaud, alias Chauvenet, is quite likely to arrive within a day or so.”

“Jules Chauvenet is the correct name.  I must inform my men,” said the minister.

“You wish to arrest him?”

“You ought to know me better than that, Mr. John Armitage!  Of course I shall not arrest him!  But I must get that packet.  I can’t have it peddled all over Europe, and I can’t advertise my business by having him arrested here.  If I could catch him once in Vienna I should know what to do with him!  He and Winkelried got hold of our plans in that Bulgarian affair last year and checkmated me.  He carries his wares to the best buyers—­Berlin and St. Petersburg.  So there’s a woman, is there?  I’ve found that there usually is!”

“There’s a very charming young American girl, to be more exact.”

The old man growled and eyed Armitage sharply, while Armitage studied the photograph.

“I hope you are not meditating a preposterous marriage.  Go back where you belong, make a proper marriage and wait—­”

“Events!” and John Armitage laughed.  “I tell you, sir, that waiting is not my forte.  That’s what I like about America; they’re up and at it over there; the man who waits is lost.”

“They’re a lot of swine!” rumbled Von Stroebel’s heavy bass.

“I still owe allegiance to the Schomburg crown, so don’t imagine you are hitting me.  But the swine are industrious and energetic.  Who knows but that John Armitage might become famous among them—­in politics, in finance!  But for the deplorable accident of foreign birth he might become president of the United States.  As it is, there are thousands of other offices worth getting—­why not?”

“I tell you not to be a fool.  You are young and—­fairly clever—­”

Armitage laughed at the reluctance of the count’s praise.

“Thank you, with all my heart!”

“Go back where you belong and you will have no regrets.  Something may happen—­who can tell?  Events—­events—­if a man will watch and wait and study events—­”

“Bless me!  They organize clubs in every American village for the study of events,” laughed Armitage; then he changed his tone.  “To be sure, the Bourbons have studied events these many years—­a pretty spectacle, too.”

“Carrion!  Carrion!” almost screamed the old man, half-rising in his seat.  “Don’t mention those scavengers to me!  Bah!  The very thought of them makes me sick.  But”—­he gulped down more of the brandy—­“where and how do you live?”