"Don't be silly. To-morrow will be
time enough. Calm yourself, my dear."
"To-morrow at sunrise," cried Bedelia enthusiastically. "It is
already planned, Mr. Schmidt. I have engaged an automobile in
anticipation of this very emergency. The trains are not safe. To-
morrow I fly again. This letter is from the little stenographer in
Paris. I bribed her--yes, I bribed her with many francs. She is in
the offices of the great detective agency-'the Eye that never
Sleeps!' I shall give her a great many more of those excellent
francs, my friends. She is an honest girl. She did not fail me."
"I don't see how you can say she is honest if she accepted a bribe,"
said Mrs. Gaston severely.
"Pooh!" was Miss Guile's sufficient answer to this. "We cross the
Brunig Pass by motor. That really is like flying, isn't it?"
"To Lucerne?" demanded Robin, still hazily.
"No, no! That would be madness. We shall avoid Lucerne. Miles and
miles to the north we will find a safe retreat for a day or two. Then
there will be a journey by rail to--to your own city of Vienna, Mr.
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