“Seeing that it’s my plan, I guess I’ll go,” said Frank.
“All right. Then you had better hurry. I’ll tell the count that you have disappeared. It wouldn’t do for him to find you here to-night and not in the morning.”
“Right you are,” agreed Frank. “Well, I hate to go, for, to tell the truth the bed looks awfully inviting. However, it’s got to be done.”
He slipped into his overcoat quickly and extended a hand to Jack.
“Just in case anything happens,” he said quietly.
Jack grasped the hand and squeezed it.
“I’ll bide here quietly,” he said. “I’ll probably be at the station when the royal train pulls in to-morrow. You’ll probably come back with the Czar. If you get a chance, tip me the wink.”
“I won’t get a chance,” said Frank, “for I will keep very much out of sight. If the count should see me in the Czar’s retinue he would smell a mouse immediately.”
“By Jove! so he would,” agreed Jack. “Well, I’ll find you some place when the excitement is over.”
“Right. Now I’ll have to hustle or the estimable count is likely to return before I make my disappearance. I’ll have considerable time to kill at the station.”