He pushed against the door, and it fell in.
He had trouble in getting it up, and was afraid some of the
guards would happen along, so he crawled inside. It was softly
warm from the hot sun that had beat on the plants and earth all
day, and after he had propped the door it, he leaned against the
wall. And immediately what did Porky Potter do but fall asleep.
The sun went down and the dusty panes of glass in the little
house reflected the glancing lights of official automobiles that
swept along the smooth drives. Far away on the hill the bugles
sounded taps. Some one leaned against the little house, and
Porky woke with a start. A man's shoulders bulked against one of
the little windows as he lowered himself to the soft grass and
leaned against the house.
Some one chuckled.
"Sit down," said a deep, coarse voice. "This is safe as a
desert."
"What's inside this ornament?" asked another.
"Nothing and no one. It is not made for anything to get into.
It is all show, my Adolph, all show--like the Countess that our
friend the Wolf loves so back there in Berlin. I wonder what she
would think could she see him here?"
"She will never see him here or there if I can help it," growled
the other man.
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