"What do you mean, sir?" he murmured in alarm. "Danger?"
"Yes, Herr von Hagen. Go back to your rooms at once. Don't go to bed. Perhaps Aurora of Lautenburg will need your help tonight."
He hesitated, then resigned himself to his lot.
"Very well, sir. I accept. I'll go back. But remember that if you've deceived me ..."
"You need have no fear of that," I replied. "You must understand that the little meeting you suggested just now must be postponed till tomorrow morning if you like. I'm just as anxious for it as yourself."
"Until tomorrow, then," he said, smiling. "What time?"
"Six o'clock. At the Meilleraie bridge. It's a secluded spot and the Melna is handy."
"What about weapons?"
"You can choose," I said. "I leave it entirely to you."
"By ourselves, of course," we said in the same breath.