was bound to admit the girl was remarkably good-looking, and that made her all the more dangerous. He hated to mention this, as it seemed like scandal-mongering about "one of the best," but he was frightfully disturbed by the thought that Brand, of all men, should fall a victim to the wiles of a "lady Hun." He knew Brand's people at home—Sir Amyas Brand, the Member of Parliament, and his mother, who was a daughter of the Harringtons. They would be enormously "hipped" if Wickham were to do anything foolish. It was only because he knew that I was Wickham's best chum that he told me these things, in the strictest confidence. A word of warning from me might save old Brand from getting into a horrible mess—"and all that."
I pooh-poohed Harding's fears, but when I left him to go to my own billet I pondered over his words, and knew that there was truth in them.
There was no doubt to my mind that Brand was in love with Elsa von Kreuzenach. At least, he was going through some queer emotional phase connected with her entry into his life, and he was not happy about it, though it excited him. The very day after Harding spoke to me on the subject I was, involuntarily, a spy upon Brand and Fräulein Elsa on a journey when we were fellow-travellers, though they were utterly unaware of my presence. It was in one of the long electric trams which go without a stop from Cologne to Bonn. I did not see Brand until I had taken my seat in the small first-class smoking-car. Several middle-class Germans were there, and I was wedged between two of them in a corner. Brand and a girl whom I guessed to be Elsa von Kreuzenach were on the opposite seat, but farthest away from me, and screened a little by a German lady with a large feathered hat. If Brand had looked round the compartment he would have seen me at once, and I waited
