“I shall be at hand if you want me,” he answered, and shut the door behind him.
Petrov came a minute later and had a letter.
I tore it open with trembling fingers.
“Will you wait for me? Mademoiselle.”
I breathed a sigh of intense relief, and looking up, caught Petrov’s eyes bent upon me. As he met my look he lowered his face.
“You can go,” I said, curtly.
“I want to serve you still, Burgwan.”
“I have no need for you. Go.”
“There is money due to me.”
“How much?”