I nodded to her carelessly, and bidding James follow me, set out for the station.

But as we reached the platform, I laid my hand on his shoulder, saying: "The Count of Hentzau is in that house, James." He looked at me without surprise; he was as hard to stir to wonder as old Sapt himself.
"Indeed, sir.

Shall I stay and watch ?" "No, come with me," I answered.

To tell the truth, I thought that to leave him alone in Strelsau to watch that house was in all likelihood to sign his death warrant, and I shrank from imposing the duty on him.
Rudolf might send him if he would; I dared not.

So we got into our train, and I suppose that my coachman, when he had looked long enough for me, went home.