"Poor fellow!" she murmured.

"He simply sat still and asked for it," Bellamy declared, still
speaking in a cautious undertone. "He would not be warned. I could
have saved him, if any one could, but he would not hear reason."

"He was what you call pig-headed," she remarked.

"He has paid the penalty," Bellamy continued. "Now listen to me,
Louise. I got into that small coupe next to Von Behrling's, and I
feel sure, from what I overheard, that they will go on to London,
all three of them."

"Who is there on the train?" she demanded.

"Baron Streuss, who is head of the Secret Police, Von Behrling and
Adolf Kahn," Bellamy answered. "Then there are four or five Secret
Service men of the rank and file, but they are all traveling
separately. Von Behrling has the packet. The others form a sort
of cordon around him."

"But why," she asked, "does he go on to London? Why not return to
Vienna?"

"For one thing, " Bellamy replied, with a grim smile, "they are
afraid of me. Then you must remember that this affair of Dorward
will be talked about. They do not want to seem in any way
implicated. To return from any one of these stations down the line
would create suspicion."