“I should wish that,” she assented. “I do not mean to run any risks, and I should feel safe only if you were there, Count.” The words were sweet enough to my ears, but they did not allay my alarm on the score of the interview. I yielded all against my judgment, and arranged to try to get the Countess Bokara to my house on the following afternoon.
When that was settled I lingered on, inventing pretext upon pretext for my stay that I might steep my senses in the charm of her presence, the light of her eyes, and the music of her voice. Nor did she seem unwilling for me to stay, as I noticed with rare delight.
But under all the pleasure of this fascinating dalliance a current of earnest thought was running in my head, and when I left her I had already formed a plan, for which I proceeded at once to make preparations.
I had no hope that the Princess would reap any benefit from the coming interview, for I could not see a possibility of any good resulting. But I resolved that if she failed I would have my own plan in readiness. If the Countess Bokara came to the house, she should not leave it again except to pass into some place of security until our plans were complete.
I sent at once in quest of Zoiloff, therefore, and, having explained everything that had happened, outlined my scheme.
“You are sure that she really knew, and was not merely making a shrewd guess?” he asked. “I cannot think of any man among us who would turn blabber. But if I find him——” He left the sentence unfinished, but the threat was the more expressive.
“Yes, yes, there are twenty ways of dealing with a man,” said I; “but a woman is different.”
“A traitor is a traitor, never mind the sex; and I see no cause for mercy for one more than another,” he growled into his beard, his look very set and stern. “But what is your plan?”
“That we prepare a couple of rooms here in my house, and keep her until we can find some other place equally safe and secret.”
“Is this secret? Are you sure of your servants? May we not look for the leakage among them?”