Presently he became calmer, and in the end he apologized in halting, broken sentences. "I am sorry, Arnold, but--four years I dreamed and planned--for four years I dodged bullets, praying to God that I might live--I loved Zita so, she was my beacon, the one star in the black, overcast sky--full of hope I journeyed to Budapest, only to find her dead--dead, Arnold, before my eyes, killed simply and solely by horror.... "Can you wonder that my brain may have given way? Since then I have seen worse sights: Szamuelly hanging innocent men just for the love of killing--gouging out their eyes for the pleasure of torture--burying his victims alive for the sake of brutality. "Then God was kind to me--I met Elizabeth. I can never even let her see me, yet--once again I have found a star to guide me, and if anything happens to her too, if the Communists have---- Arnold, I must not give way." He stopped, his lips moved, while his teeth bit into them. "There, I am calm now.... Arnold, listen!" His voice was crisper, once again he was the White Knight, the leader. "That road, near which Elizabeth presumably disappeared, is the road to Budapest. It is quite possible that Elizabeth has been carried away to that city. It is but the barest possibility, I admit, yet there must be no stone left unturned, no avenue which must be left unexplored, to find her--safe or--or otherwise. "While I go to Budapest you must go the other way. Francis can tour the countryside between Budapest and here; Apor from here onward. "If you should find her, meet me to-night, fifty yards from the Tunnel, Pest Bank, on the left-hand side of the road, at nine-thirty sharp. If I am not there within forty minutes meet me the following evening. Now go. I shall try to get that early train back to Buda." With two seconds to spare Wenzel caught the overcrowded train to the capital. It meant lying on the roof, but as there were many doing the same he was in no way conspicuous. Not very long afterward he was once again in the lions' den. Outside the station there was a crowd, gathered in several groups. Wenzel could see that a spirit of excitement prevailed; there were many individual speakers, gesticulating less confidently, for they were being heckled from every direction. He would have passed quickly on his way, anxious to get into the heart of the city, from where he intended to commence his search for Elizabeth, but suddenly his attention was arrested by the mention of the White Knight. Even the most secret sessions of the Soviet Council were apt to be noised abroad, and more than once, by joining Communistic gatherings, he had garnered information which had subsequently proved invaluable to him.