"Thanks, Herr Hauptmann," she smiled at him. "I am quite myself again."
"That is fortunate," he said. "We are nearly at our journey's end—at least this part of it. Our train goes no further than Marburg."
"And then?"
"An automobile—a long journey."
"I am quite ready."
At Marburg they got down, and after Marishka had made a hurried toilet, they breakfasted in comfort at the Bahnhof restaurant. If Captain Goritz nourished any suspicion that they were being followed he gave no sign of it, and after breakfast, to Marishka's surprise, Karl the chauffeur appeared miraculously and announced that their car was awaiting them.
"If I were not sure that you were Herr Lieutenant von Arnstorf," laughed Marishka, "I should say you were the fairy of the magic carpet."
"The magic carpet—ach, yes—if we but had one!" he said genuinely.
The motion of the automobile soothed and satisfied her. At least she was doing what she could to reach Sarajevo before the archducal party arrived, and as her companion hopefully assured her, with a fair chance of success. If Marishka could see Sophie Chotek, all her troubles would be over, for then the Wilhelmstrasse would not care to oppose the dictum of the Duchess in favor of one who whatever her political sins in Germany's eyes, had made endless sacrifices to atone.
If Marishka succeeded! But if she failed?