"Ah, yes," he said, shrugging lightly, "that I'm the King-pin in your ten-twenty-thirty." And as she looked puzzled he laughed. "That I'm the Head of the Society of Nemi. But how the devil that's going to help me here, I can't quite see."
"Monsieur Rowland," she broke in, "this is most important. In Munich you will need no better credentials than this."
"But I'm an enemy of Germany--an American."
"Of Autocracy--of the Army--yes. But Internationalism knows no enemies."
"You mean----?"
"That the Democrats of Germany, whether Socialist or Revolutionary, will receive you as a friend. Names--nationalities mean nothing to them now. All that they need is a leader who has no fear of the Army--and a spark to cause the conflagration."
"And you believe that I----?"
"Precisely," she said with a flash of her dark eyes, "if I have not misjudged you. You, Monsieur!"
She showed the coin to Liederman who fully confirmed her opinion. The Talisman passed with the office, and it was very lucky that Rowland had found it, for there was no other like it in the world. Rowland looked at the coin with interest, and then flipped it carelessly.
"Heads I win, tails Khodkine loses," he laughed. "You see, Madame. Anyway you look at it Nemi triumphs."