"You told me that Herr Renwick was waiting for us just beyond the village. Where is——?"
The question trembled and died on her lips for the eyes of the man beside her answered before it was asked.
"I regret," he said evenly, "that there is no time to wait for Herr Renwick."
"You—you have——" she stammered helplessly.
"I beg that the Countess Strahni will not be unduly disturbed."
"Where are we going? This is the road to Prague. Tell me where you are taking me. I insist——"
He smiled at her again, but did not reply.
Marishka was now really alarmed and looked out of the closed windows at the flying hedgerows in desperation, wondering what she must do and trying to think how this dreadful mishap had befallen her. Hugh Renwick—his note to her—this stranger with the remarkable eyes who always smiled! Where was the missing link—what the deduction? But it was no time in which to lose one's courage. She turned toward the man beside her who was regarding her calmly.
"Who are you?" she asked.