Undaunted, I took his arm, and we began to slowly circle the rink. “I’m not foolish enough to have come here alone.”
“Your German is appalling. Speak English.”
“My German is nothing of the sort,” I answered, refusing to switch to English. “And it’s leagues better than your English.”
“Why have you sought my company?” he asked.
“I’m here on a…diplomatic…mission. A man was murdered in England shortly after receiving a warning that came from Vienna. I want to know who sent it.”
“What makes you think I would know anything about it? Because I am an anarchist, I’m likely to be a murderer?”
“I did not accuse you of murder. But you think freedom can be obtained through violence, so, yes, I think you’re likely to be connected in some way.”
The muscles in his arm tensed. “You know nothing about anarchism.”
“There’s no need to get upset. I sought you out not simply because you are an anarchist, but because your name was mentioned to me by a friend. As it is, I’m not particularly concerned with what you do, so long as you help me identify the person who sent this information to England.” He said nothing. “If he is a member of your, well, I suppose ‘organization’ wouldn’t be a proper word to describe a group of people opposed to order. What would be?”
Now he laughed. “Organization will do. We’ll agree that the irony is deliberate.”
My laughter joined his. “Will you help me?”
“I don’t like being charmed by someone who embodies everything I despise,” he said.
“I’m hardly to blame for anything you despise, particularly where politics are concerned. I’m not allowed to vote, after all.”
“Voting is a useless exercise. No matter who is elected, no one wins but the government.”
“So as a person who does not vote, I should earn your anarchist approval.”
“Faulty logic, Kallista.”
“I did not give you permission to call me that.” As I struggled to keep my balance, Herr Schröder tightened his hold on my arm, steadying me.
“Friedrich told me it’s your name, and I don’t see why I need permission to use it.”
“I won’t argue the point. We both stand to benefit by finding this informer.”
“I don’t see how I benefit.”
“It was not merely a vague warning that was sent to England. It included detailed information about a plot with which you are intimately acquainted.” I was bluffing a bit, but saw no other option. “I’d think you’d want to know if someone in your ‘organization’ is sharing that sort of thing. Particularly if you have any desire to see your plan executed.”
“Why would you have even the slightest knowledge of such things?”
“Because I have worked with Mr. Harrison.” I watched his face, but it revealed nothing.
“There are few people I trust less than Harrison.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“I don’t trust you either,” he said.
“Let me assure you, Herr Schröder, the feeling is entirely mutual. But it’s also irrelevant. As I said, we both stand to benefit.”
“I can uncover this person on my own,” he said. “Why bother to share the information with you?”
“Because you’re an anarchist. You believe in equality. My right to this information is equal to yours.”
“More flawed logic, but I appreciate the sentiment. And because I find you inexplicably beguiling, I will see what I can discover. Meet me at the Griensteidl in three days. I’ll come in the morning, but I don’t know what time.”
“Thank you.”
“Be careful of Harrison. He’ll know that we’ve met.”
“Why should that matter?” I asked.
“Everything matters to him. He is a dangerous man because he has his government’s unqualified support despite the fact that he is more ruthless than they know, and pursues agendas of which they would not approve. You should be careful.” He dropped my arm, skated away from me, and left the rink.
I realized at once that I was in danger of falling. I began to slowly move my feet, but this was a mistake. There are circumstances when speed is in fact steadier than caution; this was one of them. With no momentum, I lost my balance almost at once, my feet flying out from under me, and fell flat on my back. I tried to get up, but fell again. This time, my hat flew off my head and slid across the ice.
Jeremy appeared from nowhere and bent over me. “Are you hurt?”
“Nothing more serious than wounded dignity. Though I will confess to wishing bustles hadn’t fallen out of fashion. At the moment I’d welcome the extra padding.” I brushed snow off my slim-fitting chocolate brown coat, trimmed with mink and tortoiseshell buttons.
With a strong hand, he pulled me to my feet, then retrieved my hat and placed it on my head. “It’s rather fun rescuing you.”
“This does not constitute a rescue, Jeremy,” I said, smiling and securing the hat as firmly as possible with its untrustworthy pin. “Had Herr Schröder thrown me over his shoulder and attempted to abduct me, then you might have managed a rescue.”
“Not in the least. It’s the circumstances that I find unlikely.” I looped my arm through Jeremy’s, buried my hands in my fur muff, and soon we were circling the rink at a leisurely pace.
“Isn’t that your dear friend, the Countess von Lange?” Jeremy asked, directing my attention to an elegant figure executing a series of perfect spins at the center of the ice. When she finished, she saw us staring at her and waved, looking more sophisticated than ever in a gorgeous green velvet skating costume.
“What a treat to find the two of you together,” she said, her narrowed eyes belying the smile on her face. “Have you heard from your devoted fiancé?”
“Of course,” I said, wishing it was not a lie. “We correspond regularly whenever he’s away.” In fact, I’d had no word from him since he left Beaumont Towers. The letters I’d sent him in Berlin to inform of my trip had gone unanswered.
“Really? How very curious. I shouldn’t have thought it possible.”
“Are we gentlemen such cads?” Jeremy asked. “I am, certainly, but Hargreaves is disgustingly good.”
“I didn’t think he’d know where to find you,” the countess said, her voice full of laughter. “And there’s been no point sending a letter to him since his departure from Berlin.”
“Is that what you think?” I asked, not wanting her to know that, so far as I knew, he was still in Berlin. “It’s been my experience that he always manages to get my letters, no matter where he is. But then, he’s particular about having them forwarded to wherever he goes.”
“So he knows you’re in Vienna?”
“Of course,” I said, clutching Jeremy’s arm awkwardly, hoping that I would not fall.
“You know, Lady Ashton, you are a very bad liar.” She twirled in a circle again, then skated off, the sound of her laughter bouncing after her.
Chapter 11
“No, I don’t think I can tolerate any more chocolate,” I said, waving Viktor away. I’d been sitting for nearly two hours at what had become my regular table at the Griensteidl waiting for Herr Schröder and was beginning to regret the extra whipped cream I’d had on my three cups of cocoa. He whisked away an empty cup and refilled my glass of water, then handed me a piece of paper.
“One of von Hofmannsthal’s poems,” he said, nodding towards the table the
