"Did he lean to the left or to the right?"
"He leaned well forward with both elbows upon the table--straight forward--yes--almost across--a pencil in his hand--the other was pointing. The lamp was just there----" pointing to the left center of the table.
"The lamp was on the map?"
"Yes--to keep it in position----"
"On the left-hand side?"
"Yes."
"And they didn't move the lamp?"
"No. It remained there until they raised it to take the map away."
"I understand. And they made marks up and down with a pencil?"
Selim shrugged.
"It is what I think, merely."
"And the name was----?"
"How can one be sure of a name? It is a wonder just now that I can remember my own. Had I known what was to happen----" And he shrugged and dropped wearily again into his chair.
"And the police--? What has Zaidee said to the police?"
"Merely that the Excellencies were here--in this house."
"The police are coming again?"
"I do not know. It would seem that they have forgotten."
"And if they come, you will speak?"
"The hundred _kroner_ will make me dumb."
"And Zaidee?"
"I will not speak."
"Nothing of me, you understand. I am but Stefan Thomasevics----"
"It is understood."
"And you remember nothing more?"
"Nothing."
"You are sure. The Excellency left no message--no note----?"
"Nothing."
Renwick pushed the hundred _kroner_ note toward Selim and straightened.
"You have done me a service, Selim. They have gone to the east of the Tatra----"
"Tatra!" suddenly shouted Selim triumphantly. "It is the name!"
"Are you sure?" asked Renwick excitedly.
"Yes. Tatra--that is it. They spoke of it for half an hour. Eh--Zaidee?"
"Yes. It is the name."
Renwick paced the floor with long steps.
"Selim," he said at last, "it is now dark. I must go at once."
"Tomorrow."
"Tonight. The stars are out."
He moved to the door and peered out.
"You will keep silent?" he asked.
"Have I not promised?" said Selim.
He caught them both by the hand.
"Allah will bless you."
"A hundred _kroner_--that is blessing enough for one day, Stefan Thomasevics," he laughed.
"Adieu!" said Renwick, and walked bravely off into the starlight.
CHAPTER XXI
AN IMPERSONATION
At least he now had a goal--"the center of the map, near the top"--the Tatra region by which Goritz had passed (if he had not been intercepted) into Galicia and so into Germany. Aside from the value of Selim's information, one other fact stood out. The secret service men who had visited Selim a month ago had not returned. Did this mean that Herr Windt had already succeeded in closing the door of escape? The passes through the Carpathians could of course be easily guarded and closed, for there were few of them accessible to traffic by automobile. Was Renwick's goal, after all, to be there and not beyond? He had put in one summer in the Tatra region with Captain Otway of the Embassy, and he knew the district well,--a country of mountain villages, feudal castles, and rugged roads. Otway had been interested in the military problems of the Austro-Hungarian empire, and Renwick remembered the importance of the Tatra as a natural barrier to Russian ambitions. The shortest automobile road into Silesia lay to the _east_ of the Tatra range--and the passes through the Carpathians at this point were few and well known. By process of elimination, Renwick had at last assured himself that his first theory was tenable, for Selim had confirmed it. A hundred conjectures flashed into the Englishman's mind as he trudged onward, to be one by one dismissed and relegated to the limbo of uncertainty. But assuming that Selim had told the truth, Renwick had found the trail, and would follow wherever it might lead him, to its end.
His idea of traveling afoot by night and of hiding by day, at least for the first part of his journey, was born of the desire to leave nothing to chance. His own capture meant internment until the end of the war, or possibly an exchange for some Austrian in England. But they should not catch him! Concealed in his belt he wore the American revolver, and carried some cartridges which Zubeydeh had restored to him.