“I suppose you think so,” he said drily. “Are you in a fit state now to take an old diplomat’s advice?”
“Yes; if I agree with it, of course.”
“Oh, of course. Well, it’s this. Get out of Warsaw and out of Russia, and stay out.”
“Haven’t I come to bid you good-bye? Give me credit for something. I’m going by the next train.”
“Where?”
I laughed. “I like the rural districts of Poland. I’m going first to Solden. Do you know the neighbourhood?”
“Solden? What in the name of——oh, is she there?”
I nodded. “At Kervatje, a few miles’ drive from there.”
“But the police of Solden know you both. They brought you here.”
“There is nothing against either of us now. Bremenhof’s death has made all the difference. The evidence against Madame Drakona has been destroyed, and the charge against her daughter was never made officially. There’s no one now to make it.”