AD TO CADIZ It was a mouse who gnawed a hole in the net that entangled the lion. Now, I am no lion in importance, nor was Colonel O'Donnel's messenger of as little significance as a mouse; yet he was the last creature to whom I would have looked for succour in a moment of stress. Nevertheless to him I owed my rescue. "A mistake, a mistake," he chirped, jumping about, bird-like, just outside the circle of struggling men. "I am a verger here; this gentleman was with me. He did nothing. He is a most respectable and twice wealthy person, a tourist whom I guide. He is innocent--no anarchist, no free-thinker. That other--that pretended brother--has made a practical joke. See, he has run away to escape consequences. There is not