“You got her out of the city then?”
“Oh, yes, without much difficulty. When the crowd got the upper hand in the street fight it was easy for us to get away. I drove with her to the place where Madame Drakona had been sent. Then I hurried to the Vladimir and put on the police uniform which Burski had brought me. That, coupled with the special authority I got out of Bremenhof and helped by a blunt discourteous official manner, made things easy. I could have taken a train load of women out of Warsaw. Two were a mere detail.”
“Do you understand the fearful risk you’ve run?”
“One doesn’t always stop to consider that. Things have to be done and one does them first and thinks afterwards. Besides, I had a good object.”
“What do you mean?” He asked this very curtly.
I smiled. “It was in the cause of freedom.”
“In the cause of fiddlesticks. What’s Poland’s freedom to you, that you should risk your life for it?”
“Nothing.”
He started and his eyes brightened meaningly. “Oh, I see. The freedom of the girl, eh?”
“Isn’t it a good enough cause for me?”