“You mean of the assassins?”
“Among the most reckless of them.”
“What will you do?”
“My present scheme has failed,” she replied, still calmly. “I must begin again; but I shall have proved my strength and I shall be revenged. M. Boreski is right. You had better leave at once. I would not have anything happen here for all the wealth of Russia.”
“But I am not the Emperor,” I protested.
“Need we play that sorry farce any longer? You had better go—and without an instant’s delay, monsieur. Come, let us order the carriage;” and she started towards the house.
“And the papers?” I asked, following her.
“My hand is forced by this. I shall use them.”
“My God, what a mess!” I cried involuntarily.
She paid no heed, but hurried me into the house, and gave orders for a carriage to be brought round at once.