Something flickered for a moment in her face, something which seemed to make a different woman of her. Bellamy saw it, and hardened though he was he felt the slow stirring of his own pulses. He kissed her hand pa.s.sionately and she shivered.
"We must not talk of these things," she said. "We must not think of them. At least our friendship has been wonderful. Now I must go in. I must tell my maid and arrange to steal away to-night."
They stood up, and he held her in his arms for a moment. Though her lips met his freely enough, he was very conscious of the reserve with which she yielded herself to him, conscious of it and thankful, too. They walked up the path together, and as they went she plucked a red rose and thrust it through his b.u.t.tonhole.
"If we had no dreams," she said softly, "life would not be possible.
Perhaps some day even we may pluck roses together."
He raised her fingers to his lips. It was not often that they lapsed into sentiment. When she spoke again it was finished.
"You had better leave," she told him, "by the garden gate. There are the usual crowd in my anteroom, and it is well that you and I are not seen too much together."
"Till this evening," he whispered, as he turned away. "I shall be at the station early. If Dorward is taken, I shall still leave Vienna.
If he goes, it may be an eventful journey."
CHAPTER IV
THE NIGHT TRAIN FROM VIENNA
Dorwood, whistling softly to himself, sat in a corner of his coupe rolling innumerable cigarettes. He was a man of unbounded courage and wonderful resource, but with a slightly exaggerated idea as to the sanct.i.ty of an American citizen. He had served his apprenticeship in his own country, and his name had become a household word owing to his brilliant success as war correspondent in the Russo-j.a.panese War. His experience of European countries, however, was limited. After the more obvious dangers with which he had grappled and which he had overcome during his adventurous career, he was disposed to be a little contemptuous of the subtler perils at which his friend Bellamy had plainly hinted. He had made his escape from the hotel without any very serious difficulty, and since that time, although he had taken no particular precautions, he had remained unmolested. From his own point of view, therefore, it was perhaps only reasonable that he should no longer have any misgiving as to his personal safety. ARREST as a thief was the worst which he had feared. Even that he seemed now to have evaded.
The coupe was exceedingly comfortable and, after all, he had had a somewhat exciting day. He lit a cigarette and stretched himself out with a murmur of immense satisfaction. He was close upon the great triumph of his life. He was perfectly content to lie there and look out upon the flying landscape, upon which the shadows were now fast descending. He was safe, absolutely safe, he a.s.sured himself. Nevertheless, when the door of his coupe was opened, he started almost like a guilty man. The relief in his face as he recognized his visitor was obvious. It was Bellamy who entered and dropped into a seat by his side.
"Wasting your time, aren"t you?" the latter remarked, pointing to the growing heap of cigarettes.
"Well, I guess not," Dorward answered. "I can smoke this lot before we reach London."
Bellamy smiled enigmatically.
"I don"t think that you will," he said.
"Why not?"
"You are such a sanguine person," Bellamy sighed. "Personally, I do not think that there is the slightest chance of your reaching London at all."
Dorward laughed scornfully.
"And why not?" he asked.
Bellamy merely shrugged his shoulders. Dorward seemed to find the gesture irritating.
"You"ve got espionage on the brain, my dear friend," he declared dryly. "I suppose it"s the result of your profession. I may not know so much about Europe as you do, but I am inclined to think that an American citizen traveling with his pa.s.sport on a train like this is moderately safe, especially when he"s not above a sc.r.a.p by way of taking care of himself."
"You"re a plucky fellow," remarked Bellamy.
"I don"t see any pluck about it. In Vienna, I must admit, I shouldn"t have been surprised if they"d tried to fake up some sort of charge against me, but anyhow they didn"t. Guess they"d find it a pretty tall order trying to interfere with an American citizen."
Bellamy looked at his friend curiously.
"I suppose you"re not bluffing, by any chance, Dorward?" he said.
"You really believe what you say?"
"Why in thunder shouldn"t I?" Dorward asked.
Bellamy sighed.
"My dear Dorward," he said, "it is amazing to me that a man of your experience should talk and behave like a baby. You"ve taken some notice of your fellow-pa.s.sengers, I suppose?"
"I"ve seen a few of them," Dorward answered carelessly. "What about them?"
"Nothing much," Bellamy declared, "except that there are, to my certain knowledge, three high officials of the Secret Police of Austria in the next coupe but one, and at least four or five of their subordinates somewhere on board the train."
Dorward withdrew his cigarette from his mouth and looked at his friend keenly.
"I guess you"re trying to scare me, Bellamy," he remarked.
But Bellamy was suddenly grave. There had come into his face an utterly altered expression. His tone, when he spoke, was almost solemn.
"Dorward," he said, "upon my honor, I a.s.sure you that what I have told you is the truth. I cannot seem to make you realize the seriousness of your position. When you left the Palace with that paper in your pocket, you were, to all intents and purposes, a doomed man. Your pa.s.sport and your American citizenship count for absolutely nothing. I have come in to warn you that if you have any last messages to leave, you had better give them to me now."
"This is a pretty good bluff you"re putting up!" Dorward exclaimed contemptuously. "The long and short of it is, I suppose, that you want me to break the seal of this doc.u.ment and let you read it."
Bellamy shook his head.
"It is too late for that, Dorward," he said. "If the seal were broken, they"d very soon guess where I came in, and it wouldn"t help the work I have in hand for me to be picked up with a bullet in my forehead on the railway track."
Dorward frowned uneasily.
"What are you here for, anyway, then?" he asked.
"Well, frankly, not to argue with you," Bellamy answered. "As a matter of fact, you are of no use to me any longer. I am sorry, old man. You can"t say that I didn"t give you good advice. I am bound to play for my own hand, though, in this matter, and if I get any benefit at all out of my journey, it will be after some regrettable accident has happened to you."
"Say, ring the bell for drinks and chuck this!" Dorward exclaimed.
"I"ve had about enough of it. I am not denying anything you say, but if these fellows really are on board, they"ll think twice before they meddle with me."
"On the contrary," Bellamy a.s.sured him, "they will not take the trouble to think at all. Their minds are perfectly made up as to what they are going to do. However, that"s finished. I have nothing more to say."
Dorward gazed for a minute or two fixedly out of the window.
"Look here, Bellamy," he said, turning abruptly round, "supposing I change my mind, supposing I open this precious doc.u.ment and let you read it over with me?"
Bellamy rose hastily to his feet.
"You must not think of it!" he exclaimed. "You would simply write my death-warrant. Don"t allude to that matter again. I have risked enough in coming in here to sit with you."