ch things as this for two months."

"Did they speak of mountains?"

"Mountains----!" Selim scratched his head again. "How should I know?"

"The Carpathians?"

"The Carpathians. Perhaps. Ah----"

Selim tapped his brow with a stubby forefinger.

"There was a name they spoke many times. It was a strange name."

"What?"

"I can't think."

"Zaidee, you heard?" Renwick asked.

"I was listening, but I could not understand."

"Was it a city?"

"I do not know."

"Was it Cracow? Kaschau? Agram? Was it Bruenn?"

But they made no sign.

"Think!" said Renwick. "At the top of the map--away from them--near the
edge?"

Selim shrugged hopelessly. "I can't remember," he said.

Renwick despaired.

"Was the map large?"

"Yes. I remember that. It covered this table----"

"Ah--then you can tell me how they stood?"

"Yes. I can tell you that."

He got up and placed himself at the side of the table. "The Excellency
was here--the map spread out----"

"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
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