"She, too."
"A nice party--and they have all escaped? Some one shall suffer for this."
Rowland could hear him stamping to and fro, heard his voice at the window, while he peered out and Rowland had even prepared to risk discovery by crawling up to the shelter of the chimneys above, when Von Stromberg turned back into the room again. Rowland heard him call to the man in the corridor who had accompanied him and between them find the loose boarding into the loft. And after a while the malicious voice again.
"So it was there he slept? While these pigs of officers played tag upon the roof tops." And then to the soldier, "Go. Wait below!"
Just above his head, Rowland grinned to himself and breathed more freely. Luck! Sheer luck!
There was silence in the room for a long moment.
"So! Escape--and you have helped to accomplish it. Accessory to treason, Madame. You know the penalty of that."
"Excellency, I had nothing to do with it. I was under the influence of morphine. I slept."
"You do not then know how it was accomplished?"
"No, Excellency----"