"How long were you in Morocco?" continued the Emperor.
"About twelve months, sir."
On this he seemed to hesitate. Frankly, I was nervous, so instead of thinking about Morocco, I noticed that the Kaiser wore the undress uniform of a Colonel of the Grenadier Guard with the star of the Order Pour le Merite, dangling from his coat button. As if making up his mind, he turned again on me those gray eyes.
"You know Kaid MacLean?"
"Yes, sir."
"How did you get to know him?"
"I happened to be of assistance to Sir Harry Kaid MacLean who was at that time Commander-in-Chief and Man-of-Affairs to the Sultan of Morocco."
My answer seemed to please the Emperor, for his eyes gleamed.
"Any likelihood of his remembering your services?"
I hesitated, then said: