the secret we shared brought about this calamity. But the matter
has been taken out of my hands and yours. I advise you to return this
afternoon to Vienna."

She did not reply and only stood by the window, tapping at the sash with
unquiet fingers.

"You are tired," he said gently. "Lie down on this bed for awhile and I
will see what can be done about breakfast."

"I'm not hungry."

"You can't go without food."

"I'm not hungry," she repeated.

Renwick shrugged and walked to the other window, where he presently
observed Herr Windt coming around the corner of the building. That
remarkable person had thought of everything, for he carried in his hands
a coffeepot and cups, while another man followed with plates and a
saucepan.

He turned the key in the lock and entered, putting the coffee upon the
table and rubbing his hands with a more than usual gusto.

"I am delighted to be able to inform you that the occasion for your
detention has passed. Within certain bounds you are now at liberty. The
train of the Archduke has just passed down the valley."

"Oh!" gasped Marishka.

"I would advise you, however, to keep within call. If Herr Renwick will
give me his word of honor not to try to escape----"

"I don't quite know where I should go----"

"Very good. The wires, of course, Herr Renwick, are in the hands of
Austrian officials."

Renwick nodded.

"You have won, Herr Windt. I have no plans which conflict with yours."
He turned a glance toward Marishka. "Countess Strahni is very tired. I
think if we were to leave her for a few hours, she would probably eat
and rest----"

"By all means," said Windt with alacrity, moving toward the door. "And
if Herr Renwick will follow me I think I can find another coffeepot."

Marishka did not turn from the window as they went out of the door. Her
heart was heavy within her, and through the glaring summer sunlight
which came in at the window and beat upon her face, she saw--Sarajevo!
Sophie Chotek alighting from her train, the pomp and circumstance, the
glitter of uniforms, the crowded streets through which she must pass and
the crowd which seethed with unrest, along the street through which
Sophie Chotek must pass...! It was too horrible. She wanted to
shriek--to cry out against the infamy that was to be done, but she could
only close her eyes to try and shut the vision out.

After awhile she grew calmer, and tried to think clearly. There was a
pitcher and basin in the co