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CHAPTER III

--THE SECOND TRICK

"The first trick--yes: but what are trumps?" said Kenneth, in reply to his
companion's remark.

"Toujours l'audace!" the stranger answered. "But my life isn't worth a

moment's purchase. I owe you a few minutes; 'for this relief much thanks.'
Leave me now, and make for your friends. They will look after you. I have
none."

"Not a bit of it," replied Kenneth instantly. "We stick together. I know a

quiet place where we can consult. Step out briskly, as if we have important
business on hand."

"There's nothing hypothetical about that," murmured the other. "On, then!"

They hurried along the street, which was crowded with persons of all ages,
some talking excitedly, others cheering and singing patriotic songs. Now
and then there was a cry of "Down with England!" The two fugitives

walked quickly, dodging among the crowd to avoid the wearers of military
or police uniforms, their own uniforms clearing a way for them. As they

passed a beershop, the outside tables of which were thronged, the drinkers
cheered them and broke lustily into the song of Deutschland uber Alles.

As soon as possible they turned into a side street, less populous; and
Kenneth, who knew the city well, directed his course towards the river, to a

little secluded nook, where he hoped it would be possible to hold a quiet
consultation. In the hurry of escape and the anxious transit of the streets he
had been unable to devote a moment's thought to their future action. It was

clear that their safety hung by a thread; their only chance was to lay their
plans calmly, taking due account of the present circumstances and future

contingencies.

They reached their destination. There was nobody about.