“You believe, sir, that that is possible?”

“I am convinced of it,” was the earnest reply.  “I do not know what the exact nature of your work over here is to be, but I am glad to have an opportunity of putting before you my convictions.  I believe that in Berlin the character of some of the leading statesmen here has been misunderstood and misrepresented.  I find on all sides of me an earnest and sincere desire for peace.  I have convinced myself that there is not a single statesman in this country who is desirous of war with Germany.”

Dominey was listening intently, with the air of one who hears unexpected things.

“But, your Excellency,” he ventured, “what about the matter from our point of view?  There are a great many in our country, whom you and I know of, who look forward to a war with England as inevitable.  Germany must become, we all believe, the greatest empire in the world.  She must climb there, as one of our friends once said, with her foot upon the neck of the British lion.”

“You are out of date,” the Ambassador declared earnestly.  “I see now why they sent you to me.  Those days have passed.  There is room in the world for Great Britain and for Germany.  The disintegration of Russia in the near future is a certainty.  It is eastward that we must look for any great extension of territory.”

“These things have been decided?”

“Absolutely!  They form the soul of my mission here.  My mandate is one of peace, and the more I see of English statesmen and the more I understand the British outlook, the more sanguine I am as to the success of my efforts.  This is why all this outside espionage with which Seaman is so largely concerned seems to me at times unwise and unnecessary.”

“And my own mission?” Dominey enquired.

“Its nature,” the Prince replied, “is not as yet divulged, but if, as I have been given to understand, it is to become closely connected with my own, then I am very sure you will presently find that its text also is Peace.”

Dominey rose to his feet, prepared to take his leave.

“These matters will be solved for us,” he murmured.

“There is just one word more, on a somewhat more private matter,” Terniloff said in an altered tone.  “The Princess Eiderstrom is upstairs.”

“In this house?”

“Waiting for a word with you.  Our friend Seaman has been with her this evening.  I understand that she is content to subscribe to the present situation.  She makes one condition, however.”

“And that?”

“She insists upon it that I present Sir Everard Dominey.”

The latter did not attempt to conceal his perturbation.

“I need scarcely point out to you, sir,” he protested, “that any association between the Princess and myself is likely to largely increase the difficulties of my position here.”

The Ambassador sighed.