“May I not follow you at a distance?” asked Axel Regor.
Leroy smiled. “You forget! One of the rules we have just sworn to conform to, is—‘No member shall track, follow or enquire into the movements of any other member.’ Go your ways! I will thank you both for your services to-morrow.”
He turned away rapidly and disappeared. His two friends remained gazing somewhat disconsolately after him.
“Shall we go?” at last said Max Graub.
“When you please,” replied Axel Regor irritably,—“The sooner the better for me! Here we are probably watched,—we had best go down to the quay, and from thence——”
He did not finish his sentence, but Graub evidently understood its conclusion—and they walked quickly away together in quite an opposite direction to that in which Leroy had gone.
Meanwhile, up in the now closed and darkened house they had left behind them, Lotys stood looking at Sergius Thord, who had thrown himself into a chair and sat with his elbows resting on the table, and his head buried in his hands.
“You make no way, poor Sergius!” she said gently. “You work, you write, you speak to the people, but you make no way!”
He looked up fiercely.
“I do make way!” he said; “How can you doubt it? A word from me, and the massed millions would rise as one man!”