"Tell me more of this Neudeck case," asked the Englishman.
"There is unfortunately little more to tell. Neudeck was a German baron with military connections, not too rich and not above dishonesty. Goritz traced the plans to Schloss Szolnok, an ancient feudal stronghold which an elder Baron Neudeck had bought——"
"In the Dukla?"
"—in the Dukla—where some Russian officers were invited for the shooting. They did not know how little they were to enjoy it——" Koulas chuckled and blew a cloud of smoke—"for Goritz shot Neudeck before their very eyes, and took the plans back to Germany. This is secret history—a nine days' wonder—but it passed and with it a clever scoundrel who well deserved what he got."
"And since his death who lives in Schloss Szolnok?"
"I don't know." He laughed again. "You jump very rapidly at conclusions, my friend."
"Time passes. I must jump at something. I am going to Dukla Pass—tomorrow if you will help me."
"That goes without saying. For the present you shall go to bed and sleep soundly. I would like to go with you, but alas—I am not so young as I was and I can best serve all your interests here."
Renwick shook Koulas by the hand and took the bedroom candle that was offered him.
"Good night," he said. "I pray that no harm may come to you from this imprudence of mine."