"No, they won't," he said. "Be kind enough to speak to my aide. I—I'm afraid I'm rather—ill."
He glanced at Guild: "Honour of an officer," he added weakly.
Karen stepped to the door and flung it open.
"Captain!" she called sharply.
A moment later the young hussar aide-de-camp who had escorted Guild to the British lines came clanking in.
He glanced obliquely at Guild and at Karen, but when his eyes fell on von Reiter he stared, astonished. Nevertheless, his spurred heels clicked together at salute.
Von Reiter's eyes became ironical. He looked for a moment at his aide, then his gaze wandered to Karen and to Guild.
"Where do you desire to go?" he asked with an effort.
"To Antwerp."
"The road is still open." And, to the hussar: "Safe conduct for Captain the Comte d'Yvoir across the railway. Write it now."