"I do. He stands high among those of his profession."
"Do you believe that agents of the German government were trying to take me prisoner—and you?"
"Herr Windt is surprisingly well informed. I am quite sure that someone is trying to shoot me," he laughed. "I believe that you were followed—by whom I don't know."
"Then how do you explain the efforts of German agents to take me, when I am acting in the interests of the Kaiser's friend and ally, the Archduke Franz?"
"You forget that this plot is a secret one. The Archduke may fear the Serbians and the Bosnians, not his own countrymen."
"Oh! Yes—of course." She was silent again, but moved her hands nervously along the table top and in a moment got up and peered through the window-blind.
"I beg that you will submit yourself to Herr Windt if not to me——" pleaded Renwick earnestly. "At least in his company you will be in no danger. I have done what I can to help you reach the Duchess, because the secret we shared brought about this calamity. But the matter has been taken out of my hands and yours. I advise you to return this afternoon to Vienna."
She did not reply and only stood by the window, tapping at the sash with unquiet fingers.
"You are tired," he said gently. "Lie down on this bed for awhile and I will see what can be done about breakfast."
"I'm not hungry."