“What!” cried Lord Hastings, staggering back and almost losing his composure.
“It’s true, sir,” cried Frank.
“By George, this is serious!” said Lord Hastings. “Now tell me all about it as quickly as you can.”
Frank did so, and Lord Hastings listened quietly until he had concluded. Then he quickly got his hat and coat, and motioning to Frank to follow, made his way to the bridge. Both climbed into the boat that had brought Frank aboard the submarine and the rower put off for shore with powerful strokes.
“Is Jack in much danger, sir?” asked Frank.
“I don’t know,” said Lord Hastings. “In times of peace, of course, he would be given a trial; but the anger of the people and the troopers now will be so great that it is hard to say what will happen.”
“Where are we going, sir?”
“First to the chief of police; then to the Czar himself.”
Lord Hastings, who knew the Russian police chief well, had no difficulty in gaining admittance, and Frank with him. To the chief Frank told his story. The chief appeared somewhat incredulous.
“I have not the slightest doubt of your integrity, Lord Hastings,” he said, “but may you not be mistaken in your officers?”