I may not know so much about Europe as you do, but I am inclined to think that an American citizen traveling with his passport on a train like this is moderately safe, especially when he's not above a scrap by way of taking care of himself." "You're a plucky fellow," remarked Bellamy.
"I don't see any pluck about it.

In Vienna, I must admit, I shouldn't have been surprised if they'd tried to fake up some sort of charge against me, but anyhow they didn't.

Guess they'd find it a pretty tall order trying to interfere with an American citizen." Bellamy looked at his friend curiously.
"I suppose you're not bluffing, by any chance, Dorward ?" he said.
"You really believe what you say ?" "Why in thunder shouldn't I ?" Dorward asked.
Bellamy sighed.
"My dear Dorward," he said, "it is amazing to me that a man of your experience should talk and behave like a baby.

You've taken some notice of your fellow-passengers, I suppose ?" "I've seen a few of them," Dorward answered carelessly.

"What about them ?" "Nothing much," Bellamy declared, "except that there are, to my certain knowledge, three high officials of the Secret Police of Austria in the next coupe but one, and at least four or five of their subordinates somewhere on board the train." Dorward withdrew his cigarette from his mouth and looked at his friend keenly.
"I guess you're trying to scare me, Bellamy," he remarked.
But Bellamy was suddenly grave.