"Say—they—are—running—away—to—be—married."
"Yes—the description——"
"Man—dark—age—twenty-five—girl—yellow—hair——"
"Bah!" furiously. "Enough—the next."
For an hour or more, Renwick sat helplessly and listened while the different towns including the city of Prague responded. There was no green limousine in all Bohemia. At last, his patience exhausted, he rose and knocked his pipe out.
"Herr Windt," he inquired calmly, "what reason have you for believing that they will go to Prague?"
"The roads are good. The German border lies beyond," said Windt shortly, turning away.
"Wait!" Renwick's hand clutched his arm firmly. "Is there a road running south and parallel to the highroad?"
Windt regarded him in silence for a moment and then—
"Yes, many—but most of them mere cow paths."