“Where are we going?”
“That will depend upon whether you have kept faith with M. Boreski.”
“In what way?”
“Are we being followed?”
“I gave express orders to the contrary.”
“An American citizen can give orders to the police in Russia then, m’sieur,” she put in.
“Under certain circumstances an American citizen can be master of the situation,” I replied equivocally and with more truth than she could have any idea of. “Will you answer my question?”
“About ten miles, if all goes well—if your orders have been obeyed, that is. We shall soon know.”
“You shall have any proof I can give you of my good faith in this respect. How shall we know?”
She appeared to think for a few moments, then turned and looked at me through her veil.