Albert bobbed his head.
"I simply wanted to be sure that I understood. Personally, I shall watch the fleet sail with a great deal of interest."
"No doubt." Von Papen turned with a growling laugh, "I will watch it stop with more interest. Now, Boy-Ed, where is Von Lertz to report?"
"At the Hohenzollern Club."
"Then we'd better be strolling over. It's after midnight now. Good night, Albert."
"Good night. Good luck—for Imperial Germany!"
Meanwhile, Dixie Mason was looking into the eyes of Heinric von Lertz as they hesitated in front of the Midnight Frolic.
"If you don't mind, I'd rather take a trip out in the country somewhere—to the October Farm or something like that."
Heinric von Lertz rubbed his chin in thought.
"I'll tell you a better place," was his announcement. "There's the Ten Mile House. Quite racy, it's true, but very entertaining. What do you say?"