"Ah! he is the same who threw me into this dungeon, because I resented being run over."
"And for that you think you will be sent to Siberia?" asked Barnwell.
"I am sure of it."
"For so slight an offense?"
"Many a slighter one has consigned better men than I am to the mines of Siberia for life. As for you, you have somehow offended the tyrant."
"I cannot understand how. I brought a letter to him from a man in New York."
"What man?"
"One Paul Zobriskie."
"Paul Zobriskie!" exclaimed the man, clutching the bars that grated the window of his door. "Do you know him?"
"No; I was simply on the point of sailing for Europe when he approached and asked me to deliver a letter to Prince Mastowix. I did so, and you know the rest."