Dorward was a man and a friend, but what was a life more or less?
It was to a greater cause that he was pledged.

Towards three o'clock he lay down on his bed and slept....
The train attendant brought him his coffee soon after daylight.

The man's hands were trembling.
"Where are we ?" Bellamy asked sleepily.
"Near Munich, Monsieur," the man answered.

"Monsieur noticed, perhaps, that we stopped for some time in the night ?" Bellamy shook his head.
"I sleep soundly," he said.

"I heard nothing." "There has been an accident," the man declared.