"Lord Sambery and Sir Burton Banks will arrive to-morrow morning at ten o'clock and be taken at once to the Branniton residence. They will have luncheon there, and then be taken for a drive through the city."
"How many will be in the party?"
"Just the luncheon party—perhaps fifteen."
"What else?" the Black Star wrote.
"Diplomats will return to the Branniton residence and remain for the reception. Arrangements you ordered have been made."
"Good!" the Black Star wrote. "Report at usual time to-morrow for additional orders. Retire!"
The man bowed and backed through the door. The Black Star turned toward Muggs again.
"Oh, it is a wonderful organization, my dear Muggs!" he said. "It is far more wonderful than the one I had before."
"I ain't carin' much about it!" Muggs said. "These blamed cords are cuttin' my wrists, and my nose itches and I can't scratch it!"
"Suppose I untie you?"