“I am not a leader and have only to do the task assigned to me,” I said. “Let others do as they will.”
“You believe our freedom can be won without violence?”
“I have only to do the task assigned to me,” I repeated; and would not be drawn any farther.
As he was going he referred to Felsen. “You trust your servant? You know he is also suspect.”
“I know he is a good servant.”
“Do not trust him too far. He talks too freely. Be on your guard; and don’t let him see this uniform. He will know that I have brought it; and the knowledge might be dangerous to both of us.”
It was a clever stroke for one spy to put me on my guard against the other; but my eyes were no longer blinded; and his warning did not mislead me.
I was fully alive to the personal risk I was running, and I spent a couple of hours in very anxious thought, recasting my plans for the next day. In the end I resolved to act as though implicitly believing in Bremenhof’s sincerity, and saw how to use one of his own spies to let him know my intention.
In the morning I wrote a note to Volna.
“Dear Miss Drakona,—I am glad to tell you that in an interview I had with Colonel Bremenhof last night he agreed to hand over to me the evidence against your mother and also to place it on record that there is no charge of any kind against you. He imposed one condition; and I shall comply with it by leaving Warsaw to-night. I think it better not to call upon you this morning. Therefore I send this by my servant, Jacob Felsen, who is to be trusted.