“Think so, if you will. I tell you it does not matter.”
“And I tell you it does matter. Princess!”
“Don’t! Don’t speak to me, please! Let me go home. I am not well.”
Trembling violently in every limb, she was making her way toward the door, when it was suddenly flung open, and the voice of the hotel servant announced:
“M. Petrovitch!”
The head of the Manchurian Syndicate walked in with a smile on his face, saw the Princess Y—— coming toward him, and stopped short, the smile changing to a dark frown.