“It’s very awkward,” I replied, and put them in my pocket. “By the way, things being as they are, it’s not worth while to speak of this.”
“My dear Denver, silence is the very A.B.C. of our work,” he answered.
There was nothing more to do, and after a word or two about our journey I pleaded the many preparations I had to make, thanked him for all he had done and bade him good-bye.
As I left the building I looked round for the Prince’s agents, speculating when the arrest which Helga had prophesied would be made.
Chapter XXX—THE PRINCE OUTWITTED
IF Helga was right, I might expect to be stopped very soon, and I was rather surprised that I was allowed even to reach the carriage without interruption.
Had Prince Kalkov taken that prompt step, he might or might not have been able to intercept the papers after finding they were not on me, but certainly things would have gone very differently.
If the Prince did not discover the trick of the dummies until the Embassy messenger had left Petersburg, the chances in my favour would be vastly increased.