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Bella's Spy, and Dorward, journalist, known to fa country, stood before the doubleof their spacious sitting-roohfare beneath Bothunder a bitter sense of failure Bellas; Doras irritated and nervous Failure was a new thing to hireat journals which he represented understood less, even, than he Bella at his heart

Below, the crohich had been waiting patiently forvoices Down their thickly-packed lines the volu and growing to a thunderous roar Myriads of hats were suddenly torn from the heads of the excited multitude, handkerchiefs waved fro, this

"The Czar on his way to the railway station," Bellaed with a i helreat black horses was al of naked steel Dorward, an American to the backbone and a bitter democrat, thrust out his under-lip

"The Anointed of the Lord!" he muttered

Far away from some other quarter caed with that faint, exciting timbre which seems always to live in the cry of the oes to the West station"

The commotion had passed The crowds in the street beloere on theof feet and a murmur of voices The two men turned from theirback into the rooarette with yellow-stained, nervous fingers, while Bellaesture of depression

"So it is over, this long-talked-of ," he said, half to himself, half to Dorward "It is over, and Europe is left to wonder"

"They were together for scarcely h," Bellamy answered "That little room in the Palace, my friend, may yet become famous"

"If you and I could buy its secrets," Dorward re it, "we should be big bidders, I think I'd give fifty thousand dollars myself to be able to cable even a hundred words of their conversation"

"For the truth," Bellamy said, "the whole truth, there could be no price sufficient We made our effort in different directions, both of us With infinite pains I planted--Iis over--seven spies in the Palace They have been of as le one of theot any further than the kitchens"