“Which room is it?”
“The library. The room at the back of the house on your left as you enter. But there are usually half a dozen men on guard in the house.”
“At what time after dusk does the Colonel return home?”
“At six—he dines with his mother and sister.”
“If you see me in the house to-morrow you will contrive to be on hand, should any one be called by him. That is all. God keep us all,” I said, remembering Jacob Posen’s parting salutation at Kervatje.
“God keep us all,” he repeated.
We reached the Department soon afterwards and after a short delay I was taken in to Bremenhof, who received me with a half-suppressed, malicious chuckle. My guard, Burski, reported that I had called at Ladislas’ house and the explanation I had given.
Bremenhof sent him out of the room. “I scarcely expected to see you here again so soon,” he said, when we were alone. “We have another charge waiting for you.”
“I can answer any charge.”
“Do you wish to communicate with your friends this time?” he sneered. “Scarcely so, I imagine. General von Eckerstein pledged himself that you were no revolutionary. Why then did I find you at the Drakonas’ house this afternoon; why did you aid the escape of a suspect; and follow it with this night visit to the house of a Fraternity leader?”