“we have no time to lose.”      

  

       CHAPTER VIII     

       “I regret,” Mr. Sabin said to Felix as they sat side by side in the small coupe, “that your stay in this country will be so brief.”      

       “Indeed,” Felix answered. “May I ask what you call brief?”      

       Mr. Sabin looked out of the carriage window.     

       “We are already,” he said, “on the way to England.”      

       Felix laughed.     

       “This,” he said, “is like old times.”      

       Mr. Sabin smiled.     

       “The system of espionage here,” he remarked, “is painfully primitive. It lacks finesse and judgment. The fact that I have taken expensive rooms on the Campania, and that I have sent many packages there, that my own belongings are still in my rooms untouched, seems to our friends conclusive evidence that I am going to attempt to leave America by that boat. They have, I believe, a warrant for my arrest on some ridiculous charge which they intend to present at the last moment. They will not have the opportunity.”      

       “But there is no other steamer sailing to-morrow, is there?” Felix asked.     

       “Not from New York,” Mr. Sabin answered, “but it was never my intention to sail from New York. We are on our way to Boston now, and we sail in the Saxonia at six o’clock to-morrow morning.”      

       “We appear to be stopping at the Waldorf,” Felix remarked.     

       “It is quite correct,” Mr. Sabin answered. “Follow me through the hall as quickly as possible. There is another carriage waiting at the other entrance, and I expect to find in it Duson and my dressing-case.”      

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