lapsed into sentiment. When she spoke again it was finished.

"You had better leave," she told him, "by the garden gate. There
are the usual crowd in my anteroom, and it is well that you and I
are not seen too much together."

"Till this evening," he whispered, as he turned away. "I shall be at
the station early. If Dorward is taken, I shall still leave Vienna.
If he goes, it may be an eventful journey."




CHAPTER IV

THE NIGHT TRAIN FROM VIENNA


Dorwood, whistling softly to himself, sat in a corner of his coupe
rolling innumerable cigarettes. He was a man of unbounded courage
and wonderful resource, but with a slightly exaggerated idea as
to the sanctity of an American citizen. He had served his
apprenticeship in his own country, and his name had become a
household word owing to his brilliant success as war correspondent
in the Russo-Japanese War. His experience of European countries,
however, was limited. After the more obvious dangers with which
he had grappled and which he had overcome during his adventurous
career, he was disposed to be a little contemptuous of the subtler
perils at which his friend Bellamy had plainly hinted. He had made
his escape from the hotel without any very serious difficulty, and