“I am to make my report to you, Herr Baron?”
“Report? Ah, yes! No; of course not. Why should you make report here now? It is simply trouble to record and transmit it. You are not going back to France, I said, did I not?”
“Yes.”
“Then the report will be tomorrow.”
“Where, Herr Baron?”
“Where I take you to—headquarters.”
Ruth went weak and gasped in spite of herself. She had thought that she was prepared to meet any fate; but now she knew that she had built upon encountering her risks more gradually. To be taken to “headquarters”—das Hauptquartier—tomorrow! And, though Gerry had warned her, and she had said that she had recognized and accepted every sort of danger, still she had not reckoned upon such a companion as this man for her journey.
“Ha, Luise! What is the matter?”
“When do we start, Herr Baron?”
“The sooner the better; surely you are ready?”