ENCOUNTER WITH THE POLICE.

It was a difficult country to work in owing to the very stringent

police arrangements against spies of every kind, and it looked to be a

most unpromising task to elicit what I wanted to know, because one was

sure of being watched at every turn. As I afterwards discovered, it

was through this multiplicity of police arrangements that one was able

to get about with comparative ease, because if one went boldly enough

it immediately argued to the watchful policeman that someone else was

sure to be observing you.

Moreover, spies generally do their work single-handed, and on this

occasion I was accompanied by my brother, and this made it easier

for us to go about as a pair of tourists interested in the country

generally. A man travelling alone is much more liable to draw

attention upon himself, and therefore to go about under suspicion.

Our entry into the country was not altogether fortunate, because while

yet in the train we managed to get into trouble with the guard over

a window which he insisted on shutting when we wanted it open. In the

same carriage with us was a gentleman of some standing in the country,

and in a fit of absent-mindedness I made a little sketch of him. I

had just completed it when an arm reached down over my shoulder from

behind and the picture was snatched away by the observant guard of the

train and taken off to be used as evidence against me.

The guard of a train in this country, I may say, ranks apparently much

the same as a colonel in the army, and therefore is not a man to be

trifled with. On our arrival at the terminus we found a sort of guard

of honour of gendarmes waiting for us on the platform, and we were

promptly marched off to the police office to account for our procedure

in the train by daring to open the window when the guard wished it

closed, and for drawing caricatures of a "high-born" man in the train.

We made no secret as to our identity and handed our cards to the

commissary of police when we were brought up before him. He was--till

that moment--glaring at us fiercely, evidently deciding what

punishment to give us before he had heard our case at all. But when

he saw my brother's name as an officer in the Guards, he asked: "Does

this mean in the Guards of her Majesty Queen Victoria?" When he heard

it was so his whole demeanour changed. He sprang from his seat, begged

us to be seated, and explained it was all a mistake. Evidently Guards

in his country were in very high repute. He explained to us there

were certain little irritating rules on the railway which had to be

enforced, but, of course, in our case we were not to be bound by such

small bye-laws, and with profuse apologies he bowed us out of the

office, without a stain upon our characters.

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