"Will you forgive me, Fräulein?" asked Markov.
She raised the lid of her queer carriage and thrust out her hand toward him. "With all my heart, my friend," and then: "Do you think he has any idea of what we carry?"
"I don't Know, but he shall not take it."
"You are armed?"
"Yes. He must keep away from us. Late tonight we will be at the Zweisler Waldhaus near Weingarten. There I am well known--among old friends--you shall see."
"Do you think there will be a message from Munich?" she questioned anxiously.
"I hope so. That we received none at Memmingen was an indication only that all is well with Herr Rowland."
"I pray that may be true," she said earnestly.
A wagon was coming along the road in front of them and so Tanya lowered the lid quickly and was silent.
Herr Hochwald did not approach them all that day. Markov reported his figure in the distance two or three times but it was not until dusk when the lights of Weingarten leaped into view before them that they came upon him suddenly at a turn in the road waiting for them.