"Toward morning. I have a drill and explosives. With luck I should succeed in something over an hour."
"And the money? Where shall you take it?" Zoya asked.
"Away from here to a safer place. Will you go with me?"
"Suppose you fail?"
He smiled grimly. "I won't fail. There's no watch kept upon the Tree. Will you meet me here?"
"At what hour?"
"At three. It is the hour of deepest slumber. Your room adjoins mine upon the other side of the house. You must sleep soundly, for we may have to travel far."
Madame Rochal stood in a moment of silence and then assented.
"I see I've not put my faith in you for nothing, Max," she said quietly.
"I've told you," he muttered, "that I've always been worth considering. You shall see---- Will you kiss me, Zoya?"