Hamburger was pleased, for he laughed softly. "It is a good thing I know you as well as I do, Apor. But there; have I not always thought you a wise sort of a fellow, for all the queer kinks in your brain? I think we part here. I have to-day moved into my free quarters in the Hotel Bristol. Good night, Apor." "Good night..." Hamburger disappeared into the darkness of the night, and Apor continued savagely to himself: "... and may your bones rot on a dung heap, and your flesh feed the rats." He turned on his heels and retraced his steps. Presently, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a lurking shadow move softly to his side and walk with him. "You are late to-night." "Yes. Their rhetoric becomes wilder as their courage strengthens." "What do you mean?" "What do I mean, Wenzel? God! only what I say. Their grip on the country becomes firmer every day. Unless something happens soon, Hungary will be ruined beyond all power of recovery. Already she is weakening beneath the crushing ravages of these Russian-financed Bolsheviks. Yes, Wenzel, there is scarcely one who does not spend Russian gold. But where have you been the last two days?" "Rescuing Imre Kiss and his daughter Elizabeth. Have you heard?" "Heard!" Suddenly Apor exploded with laughter. "My dear man, the only thing which surprises me is that you did not hear the echo of the howl which went up when the Council was made cognizant of their escape. For ten minutes nearly every man present shouted at once. But how did you learn of their plans on the Castle Gisella? When I came to warn you, you had gone." "Arnold overheard Grocz at the station. He was boasting to his friends of what he was going to do to the father--and the daughter. Now, what news have you for me?" "Bad, Wenzel; bad. For once you have slipped. Your identity is known. You are no longer safe in Budapest." "Damn!" Aghast at the information, Wenzel unconsciously spoke in English, and Apor started. "Hush, for God's sake! Never more truly was it said that walls have ears, Wenzel. Detectives swarm all over the place. A word in English is enough to draw a dozen after you." "Why?" "Because already the rumour has gone round that the White Knight is English." Wenzel groaned. "Refugees must have been babbling. After all my warnings, too! Yet, tell me, how came they to connect Wenzel with the White Knight?" "Simply! When Count Bakocz escaped they sent for you. You were not there and they searched your rooms and found--a white knight." Wenzel swore again, this time beneath his breath. To have left such an easy clue behind him! "What a fool I was, what a fool! Now must I find fresh lodgings." "No, Wenzel, you must go altogether. They are hunting for you right and left." "Enough, Apor!" There was a steely warning in his voice, but Apor heeded it not.