"A plot! Serbian?" he asked sharply.
"No—I——" Loyalty stifled her lips.
"I see." And then keenly, "Austrian—as a result of your disclosures to the Emperor?"
She eyed the man in amazement. He was omniscient.
"A plot——" she stammered. "I do not know—I came to warn them—the Archduke and Duchess, but I was prevented from doing so. They——" she gasped again—"those who plan this dastardly thing are powerful—they control the telegraph. There was no way to reach them and so I came——"
"Herr Windt——?"
She nodded. "You know—he acts for them. He kept me in the cabin until it was too late."
"I understand——" He nodded, his brows tangled in thought. "There can be no other explanation."
"I heard. I saw—back there in the garden—Emperor and Archduke—friends. Oh, don't you understand? He would do something——"
Captain Goritz had sunk lower into his seat and with folded arms was gazing at the back of the man in front of them, but under his frowning brows his eyes glowed with initiative.