nd yesterday. And while he
tried to solve the problem in his own way, the telegraph instrument
ticked busily on. Herr Windt leaned over the desk reading the messages,
repeating the names of the towns which replied.

"Beneschau--Pribram--Wrshowitz--that district is covered, Lengelbach?"

"Yes. Ah, here is something."

Windt bent forward again repeating the message aloud.

"From Beraun--Franz--Schweppenheiser--and--a--woman--says--she--is--his
--wife. Small--four--cylinder--car--American--make--black--in--color
--with--brass--band--on--hood. Both--man--and--woman--have--grey--hair
--age--seventy-two--and----" Herr Windt broke off with an oath,
"_Schafskoepfen!_" he cried. "Enough of that----" And paced the floor of
the room before Renwick, glaring impatiently out of the window.

"Another," said Lengelbach, "from Bresnitz. Man--and--girl--much
frightened----"

"Ah!"

"Say--they--are--running--away--to--be--married."

"Yes--the description----"

"Man--dark--age--twenty-five--girl--yellow--hair----"

"Bah!" furiously. "Enough--the next."

For an hour or more, Renwick sat helplessly and listened while the
different towns including the city of Prague responded. There was no
green limousine in all Bohemia. At last, his patience exhausted, he rose
and knocked his pipe out.

"Herr Windt," he inquired calmly, "what reason have you for believing
that they will go to Prague?"

"The roads are good. The German border lies beyond," said Windt shortly,
turning away.

"Wait!" Renwick's hand clutched his arm firmly. "Is there a road running
south and parallel to the highroad?"

Windt regarded him in silence for a moment and then--

"Yes, many--but most of them mere cow paths."

"An automobile could pass over them, Herr Lengelbach?"

"Yes, the roads to Bruenn are not bad," said the man.

Renwick smiled grimly. "It is my belief, Herr Windt, that they have
slipped through your fingers."

"No."

"You have exhausted almost every means----"

"There are other stations----"

"I would suggest that you try the country to the southward."

"Why?"

"Because that is the way that they have gone----"

"Impossible!"

"I think you forget the Countess Strahni's mission--and yours."

"She will not succeed."

His stubbornness angered Renwick, and he caught him by the arm again,
and whispered a few words in his ear.

Herr Windt turned a startled glance at the Englishman. His mind had been
bent upon mere machinery. When