“I want you to feel, whatever happens, that you have gone into the thing quite voluntarily. I wish to feel that too.”
“I shall see it through, Prince.”
“Spoken like an American,” he replied promptly, and a minute afterwards the carriage stopped. “We have arrived.”
We got out on the north side of a large square and looked about for the other carriage. None was in sight, but a hooded automobile stood in the shadow on the opposite side.
“Can that be it?” I asked the Prince.
“It would be very easily traced,” he said.
“But not so easily followed. There is no other and we are already a few minutes behind time.”
“We can cross and see.”
His face was full of doubt.
“I had better go alone,” I replied, detaining him.