"Marishka!" he murmured again. And then she seemed to grow heavy in his arms, repeating his name breathlessly.
He was frightened for a moment for her head drooped away from him. She looked so piteously thin and white, and her hands were ice cold.
"Marishka!" he pleaded. "Marishka."
Her eyes opened again and her smile reassured him.
"Forgive me, Hugh. The joy is almost more than I can bear."
"You are safe now," he whispered. "Safe!" And he clasped her close, holding her there in a breathless moment oblivious to their danger.
Then while she still wondered, Renwick suddenly released her, moving quickly to the door by which he had entered, and after examining the mechanism carefully, quietly closed it. Then he turned to Marishka and questioned, while still seated upon the bed, she regarded him with bewildered eyes.
"What men are there at Schloss Szolnok, Marishka?" he asked quickly.
"Goritz—the chauffeur—and Ena's husband," she answered slowly, with an effort.
"Strohmeyer?"