“I suggest that the meeting be at a little town on the Swiss border—Zoltenau. Do you know it?”
“Yes; I shall be there.”
“The circumstances make it impossible to follow the formalities and arrange through your second. When can you be there?”
“Whenever you say.”
“Then at three to-morrow morning. We shall be on the main road about a hundred yards from the last house—the inn—at the eastern end of the village. But will you be able to evade the police?”
“Easily; I shall be there.”
They bowed, Moltzahn went his way, Grafton returned to the bench. With his face concealed, he said to the working-man: “In case I should wish to send a message to Ernestine for her mistress, is there an address that would be safe?”
“Johann Windmuller, 41 Duke Albrecht Street,” he answered.
“Very well. And if there should be any news for me, send a letter or telegram to Victor Brandt, care the American Consul, Schaffhausen. Can you remember that?”
“Yes,” said the man, and he repeated it twice.