"Heinrich Spatler. At any rate
that's the name he gave to the lieutenant."
"Spatler," repeated the colonel, wrinkling his brows. "It seems to
me that I saw that name on one of the banners carried by the
rioters at the meeting. It may be that you are right. If he's the
same man, he's a fanatic of the most dangerous kind and will stop
at nothing. I hope that now your people have him under lock and
key you'll keep him there. But I must go now, as I want to reach
Mayence to-night if possible. I'm very glad to have had this few
minutes' chat with you. By the way, when have you heard from
Madame Sheldon? I hope that she is well."
"I had a letter from her a week ago," replied Frank. "She is in
excellent health and full of gratitude to you for your efforts in
recovering her property. As soon as I am released from the Army of
Occupation she plans to meet me in Paris and go with me to
Auvergne. There she will have a chance to meet you and express her
thanks in person."
"I shall be charmed," replied the colonel. "I should like nothing
better than to have her settle in France permanently as a resident
of our beautiful Auvergne, but I suppose that is too much to hope
for.
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