With a laugh he took up his oars and rowed for dear life toward the pavilion and Herr Benz.
That honest man was awaiting him quite disturbed over the sounds of the shots which informed him that Herr Rowland had not come through his adventure without danger.
"Herr Benz, we are going to the meeting of the Central Committee in Munich."
"Tonight? But how?"
"In the ancient automobile which is for hire at such an exorbitant price."
"I don't know---- It is late."
"We shall find it. One can find anything in the world with twenty-five millions of francs."
"Then you have----" The man's words choked him for sheer delight.
Rowland tapped the black bag affectionately and laughed.
CHAPTER XVII