In the meanwhile they must decide upon a simple code of numerals and letters for the telegraph, to be sent to Weingarten in case of important information or warning. When that was arranged, Markov went down stairs to find a screw driver, wrench and hammer to "disembowel" the dear "machine of torture."
They followed him out of the room with their glances and then with one accord gazed at the sleeping woman. She lay breathing deeply, one graceful arm under her head and her lips were smiling. Tanya's mood toward her had changed.
"You saw?" she asked in a whisper. "She repudiated him. She is not worth waiting for." And then impulsively she threw her arms around Rowland's neck, whispering tensely, "Come, Philippe--tonight, with me. He should stay here--it is his place----"
Rowland kissed her gently.
"It would not be safe, dear. You must get through to Switzerland--with the money. Don't make things too hard for me----"
"Ah, Philippe," she whispered. "I am nothing without you. His papers--a disguise----"
But Rowland shook his head.
"It is dangerous. We should both be lost and that which I came to save. In this way you at least shall get through surely----"
"But you? We have found life together--I am frightened for you."
"Don't worry. I'll pull through--some way."