“I did not before understand Mahmud’s delay. Now, I understand. He has been warned. Breslau and Kestner will not come. Otherwise, you now would be barricaded behind that breastwork of rubbish, fighting for your lives.”
“But you say there are men on the stairs below who are ready to kill us if we try to leave the house.”
“They, too, are trapped without knowing it. War will come with sunrise. This house has been under surveillance since yesterday afternoon. They have not closed in on us yet, because they are leaving the trap open in hopes of catching us all. They are waiting for Breslau and Kestner and Mahmud Damat.... But they’ll never come, now.... They are out of the city by this time.... I know them. They are running for their lives at this hour.... And we—we lesser ones—caught here—trapped—reserved for a French court martial and a firing squad in a barrack square!”
She shuddered and pressed her hands over her temples.
Neeland said:
“I am going to stand by you. Captain Sengoun will do the same.”
She shook her head:
“No use,” she said with a shiver. “I am too well known. They have my dossier almost complete. My procès will be a brief one.”
“Can’t you get away by the roof? There are two of your men up there.” 375
“They themselves are caught, and do not even know it. They too will face a squad of execution before the sun rises tomorrow. And they never dream of it up there––”