"The object," was the reply, "will be the same as was the object when we
first moved into France."
"Paris?" asked a voice.
"Paris," was the brief reply.
"Good! And there is no chance of failure, you say?"
"Not unless our plans come to the ears of General Joffre. If he knew of
the plan he might, of course, hurry up reenforcements enough to stop it."
"And if, by any chance, this offensive fails, the other plan will be put
into execution, you say?"
"Yes, it has been arranged, I understand, down to the last detail. The
Paris Apaches, as you know, have neither love of country nor love of
fellow-men. They seek only gold. Well, a man, Pierre Duval, by name,
the King of the Paris Apaches, has been reached by one of our agents.
I am told he has 500 underworld denizens at his command. These, at an
auspicious moment, will seize the president, who will be hustled into
a closed automobile surrounded by the army of Apaches, and the rest
will be easy."
"But Poincare's bodyguard?"
"_Ach_! It will not be strong enough to cope with the Apaches.
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