“And I will see that the explanation is proper, too.”
“Silence!” he cried. Now that his men were present, his natural instincts as an official bully reasserted themselves.
It was an ugly development of the situation; and my chagrin was the more bitter because only my own blind self-confidence had brought it about.
Volna blamed herself, however, setting it all down to her last angry interposition. “I am so sorry,” she said to me. “This is my fault.”
“Not a bit of it. He meant to do it in any case. You only made it a little easier for him to show his hand. The real blame is mine, as I will explain to you.”
“The explanation will have to wait,” sneered Bremenhof. “You have many other things to explain first. See that a carriage is brought, Burski, for Miss Drakona to go with me. You will take the Englishman. Take him away now.”
Volna gave a cry of distress, and was coming toward me when Bremenhof pushed between us.
“You must not speak to the prisoner,” he said, bluntly.
“Come, Mr. Anstruther,” said Burski.
“You need have no fear on my account, Miss Drakona,” I assured her, as I went out with Burski.