“A travelling coat is all I need, and an idea of how we are to leave.”
“I have always found the simplest is the best. If you are right about the Prince, he will have given no orders for either you or myself to be watched, and the railway will be open. The mail leaves at ten o’clock; open to tourists of all nations.”
“And the frontier difficulties?”
She laughed.
“The Russian officials are the stupidest on earth. We shall, of course, have passports, and our papers being in order, all will be simple. A passport can be a very valuable friend, and those who need them always take care they are in order.”
“I brought mine with me.”
“Then you reckoned on my going?” she asked, smiling. “You count upon your influence with me, it seems.”
“But Kalkov may communicate with the frontier folk?”
“How should he know and why? He has, no doubt, spies who are able to convey information to the brotherhood; but do you think they would return the favour? He will think they may be trusted to do as he wished to us, and when he hears of the failure we shall be beyond his reach.”
It was an ingenious thought and probably correct.