"You are very anxious for your brother's safety?" I asked.
"He is my only protector in the world. If he gets away now to Berlin or Paris, I shall follow and go to him."
"But is he likely to get away when he will be missed in a few hours. A single telegram from Moscow will close every frontier barrier in Russia upon him."
"We know that;" and she wrung her hands.
"If he could have two clear days he could reach the frontier and pass unquestioned," I said, significantly.
She was a quick-witted little thing and saw my point with all a woman's sharpness.
"Your life is not ours to give away. This man is noted for his great skill."
"Would everyone be likely to make the same mistake about me that you have made this afternoon?" I asked in reply.
She looked at me again. She was trembling a little in her earnestness.
"Now that I know, I can see differences—especially in your expression; but in all Moscow there is not a man or woman who would not take you for my brother."