IN WARSAW 163

“Ves, sir. It seems that most fortunately the trader
named Allan Ramsay is an old friend of Colonel Jamieson,
and the colonel has given me a letter to him which will, he
assures me, procure me a hearty welcome.”

“And have you thought anything more of your best plan
of action?”

“Ves, sir. Itseems to me that I had better dress myself
in an attire such as might be worn by a young Scotchman
journeying through the country to place himself with a
relation established in business. I could ride behind the
royal envoy, as if I had received permission to journey
under the protection of his escort, and could drop behind
a few miles from the capital and make my way in alone. I
could not, of course, inquire for Allan Ramsay in Polish,
but I know enough French to ask for him at any shop hav-
ing a French name over it, if I did not happen to light
upon one kept by a Scotchman.”

“Yes, that plan will do very well. But you will have no
difficulty in finding the house, as I have arranged that a
man shall accompany you as servant. He is a Lithuanian,
and is the grandson of a soldier of Gustavus Adolphus who
married and settled there. His grandfather kept up his
connection with his native country, and the young fellow
speaks Swedish fairly, and, of course, Polish. For the last
three weeks I have employed him in various matters, and
find him shrewd and, I believe, faithful. Such a fellow
would be of great use to you, and could if mecessary act as
your interpreter in any interviews you may have with Polish
Jews, although you will find that most of these men speak
other languages besides their own.”

He touched a bell, and on a servant entering said:

“Bring Stanislas Bistron here.”

An. active, well-built young fellow of some four-and-
twenty years of age entered the room a minute later. His
fair hair and blue eyes showed that he took after his Swedish
ancestors.