“Then I think we’ll try and manage it to-night.”
“No, no, to-morrow,” declared Helga, quickly.
“Better to-night; we can spend to-morrow in the preparations for the long journey,” I answered. “One can’t go to Siberia without clothes; even on a honeymoon, you see. We could start on the following day.”
“But——” her face was wrinkled in dismay.
“No ‘buts,’ only smiles, Helga.”
“I will give the necessary instructions,” said the Prince, perceiving like the shrewd old man he was that I should carry the point.
“We must have witnesses. Mr. Siegel will be one of them,” I said.
“You have the order for his release,” replied the Prince. “I will wait for you, monsieur,” he added, and very considerately took himself off.
He had to wait, for Helga still had scruples which I had to combat. And before I had overcome them his patience was exhausted, and he sent a messenger in quest of me.
“Thank God you’ll be out of here in an hour or two, dearest.”