"What is it?"
"I can have them arrested where they are—every one of them; that is, if one of your servants can be induced to carry a message a short distance, for me."
"He would be stopped. The message would be taken from him, and read."
"He would be permitted to go on again, for the message would mean nothing to those who stopped him. It would be in cipher, and assistance would not be long in coming, once it were delivered. Men in whom I can implicitly trust would soon clear the streets for us. We would have nothing to fear after that."
"Then you are connected with the police, Dubravnik." But when she made the statement I noticed with joy that there was no suggestion of her former displeasure. There was no indication now that she would love me the less because I was associated with the powers she had been taught all her life to abhor.
"No, Zara, not with the police. I have nothing to do with them, nor with any department of that service. The men I shall send for are not even Russians; and they serve me, not this government. They will serve you, as well."
"I believe you, dear one; forgive me. You shall have the messenger."
"You have forgotten one thing, princess."
"What?"
"Your own danger."