"I have found him, Herr Hochwald," cried Senf, with his Jovian smile. "He is here!"
CHAPTER XVIII
VON STROMBERG
The crowd of people turned in their seats or rose and stretched their necks to look over the heads of those who sat behind them. What they saw was a tall, very much bedraggled individual, with a rain-soaked cap pulled over one eye, but grinning happily and struggling up the narrow aisle, with a disreputable looking black bag which seemed to be very heavy. Hochwald glared at him in a startled way, and at the bag, then turned away laughing softly to himself. But Rowland followed closely by Herr Benz marched past him perspiring and breathless and crashed the bag down upon the speaker's table, with a great gasp of satisfaction. He took off his cap, shook himself like a St. Bernard dog emerging from a bath, then wiped his forehead with a coarse red handkerchief.
"Pfui!" he said cheerfully, "I didn't think I'd ever get here!"
Herr Senf, Liederman and Madame Rochal were crowding around him shaking him by the hand.
"You've found it?" Zoya asked in a low voice in English.
"Surest thing you know," said Rowland with a nod.
And then Senf, "Fräulein Korasov!"
"She is here--quite safe."