Part 33 (1/2)

'At a railway station! I don't knohere They seeranted But it must be somewhere on the sea, because Bohme said, ”the tide serves”'

'It ' _[See Map B]_

'No, there's a limit; it's probably somewhere near Grimm was to come, and he's at Memmert'

'Here's the map Eet to Wilhel way east'

'And E to this there's no train there after _615_ ph tide on the 25th?'

'Let's see--830 here to-night--Norddeich'll be the same Somewhere between 1030 and 11 on the 25th'

'There's a train at Emden at 922 from Leer and the south, and one at 1050 fro?' said Davies, ly

'No; but I want to knohat our plans are'

'Can't ait till this cursed inspection's over?'

'No, we can't; we should corief' This was no barren truish reluctant to broach it to Davies

Meanwhile, ready or not, we had to start The cabin we left as it was, changing nothing and hiding nothing; the safest course to take, we thought, in spite of the risk of further search But, as usual, I transferred my diary to my breast-pocket, and land were safe in a compartment of it

'What do you propose?' I asked, ere in the dinghy again

'It's a case of ”as you were”,' said Davies 'To-day's trip was a chance we shall never get again We oing to stay on here for a bit

Shooting, I suppose we shall have to say'

'And courting?' I suggested

'Well, they know all about that And then weDollht, because ant time to consider those clues of yours'

'”Consider”?' I said: 'that's putting it uid stiffness oppressed s, each one of which seared my sore palms like red-hot iron

The overdue stea as we set foot on the quay

'And yet, by Jove! why not to-night?' pursued Davies, beginning to stride up the pier at a pace I could not imitate

'Steady on,' I protested; 'and, look here, I disagree altogether I believe to-day has doubled our chances, but unless we alter our tactics it has doubled our risks We've involved ourselves in too tangled a web I don't like this inspection, and I fear that foxy old Boh us shows that we stand badly; for it runs in the teeth of Bruning's warning at Bensersiel, and smells uncommonly like arrest There's a rift between Dollmann and the others, but it's a ticklish ht,_ hopeless; they're on the watch, and won't give us a chance And after all, do we know enough? We don't knohy he fled froland and turned German Ithe defies us? There's the girl, you see--she ties our hands, and if he once gets wind of that, and trades on our weakness, the ga at?'