“No, I thought you were a Nihilist!”
“A Nihilist! Well, that’s worse than ever. An American a Nihilist?”
The thing was incredulous as my tone showed.
“They come from all countries, monsieur. I was looking for a countryman of yours, a Mr. Damper—no, Denver.”
“Great Scott. You don’t mean it!”
“We caught him, too. He was in the train; and a woman too—one of the most dangerous Nihilists in the Empire.”
“A woman! Oh, you police agents are wonderful! But do you mean that women are in this?”
“They are often the worst. She is a pretty woman, too, this one. You’d better get in, monsieur, there’s the signal—unless you think of going back to Petersburg.”
“When is the next train?”
“Starts in an hour from now. But you can catch the return mail at Insterburg.”