“Yes, you may help—the plan needs you.”
“And the plan?” she asked eagerly.
“The very simplest I could devise,” said he; “to lure the American to Lotzenia and——”
She smiled comprehendingly. “Why take all that trouble—why not kill him in Dornlitz?”
He flung up a cautioning hand. “Softly, my dear, softly—and not so blunt in the words—and as I said, it’s easier there and surer.”
“But it would be so much prettier to play the game out here,” she half objected; “and more accordant with your taste, I fancy.”
“Very true,” said he. “It’s always more artistic to run a man through with a rapier than to kill him with a club; but in this business it’s the end alone that concerns me. Yet the primary essential, in either method, is opportunity and freedom of movement; neither is here; both will be plentiful in the North.”
“And, of course, at your friendly invitation, the American will gladly accompany you to Lotzenia and permit himself to be—offered up.”
“Practically that.”
An impatient smile shone in her eyes.