He gave no evidence, however, that he
was going to take my advice, or any one else's for that matter."
"Of course, I'm not trying to pick your confidence. Mr. Secretary!"
Mrs. Rotherick spoke quickly. "You know, I've lived for years in
Germany. I say to you, beware of Germany in Mexico, Mr. Huntingdon."
"What kind of people did you know in Germany?" asked Enoch.
"Many kinds! But my most intimate friend was an American woman who was
married to a German General, high in the confidence of the Kaiser. I
know the Kaiserin well. I know that certain German diplomats are
deeply versed in Mexican lore--its geography, its geology, its people.
I know that Germany must have more land or burst. Mr. Secretary,
remember what I say, Germany is deeply interested in Mexico and she is
the cleverest nation in the world to-day."
"What nation is that, Mrs. Rotherick?" asked the Ambassador.
"Germany!" replied the little woman.
"Possibly you look at Germany through the eyes of a fiction writer,"
suggested the Englishman.
"It's impossible to fictionize Germany," laughed Mrs. Rotherick. "One
could much more easily write a rhapsody on--"
"On the Secretary of the Interior," interrupted the Ambassador.
"Or on the Bank of England," laughed Mrs.
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