“I don’t know, monsieur; indeed, I don’t. I don’t know who they are. I was told only police would be here. You can kill me if you will, but that is true.”
I was disposed to believe him, and to regard him as a mere tool of Kalkov, sent to the house as being likely to know where to look for the papers; and in this case he knew too little to be of much help to me.
It was quite consistent with Kalkov’s methods that he should use Drexel for the purpose he had described; and although there were discrepancies in the statement, I did not think it worth while to waste valuable time in interrogating him any further.
What we had now to think about was the vital question of Helga’s escape, and I left the miserable wretch, glad to be out of his presence, and went to urge upon Helga the necessity of immediate flight.
Chapter XXII—FLIGHT
AS I hurried out from Drexel, intending to try and find means to render myself more presentable by getting rid of some of my grime, I found Helga waiting for me.
“I am all mud,” I said apologetically.
“I am all impatience, and that is worse,” she returned.