‘Yes,’ he said, ‘do. Come back in a quarter of an hour.’
As Danevitch went out, the Minister called to the sentry at the door:
‘He will return in fifteen minutes. In the meantime let no one else enter at your peril.’
When Danevitch went back, he found the Prince seated at his desk. His face was almost deathly in its whiteness; but he was calm and frigid.
‘You are deserving of your reputation,’ he said. ‘You have indeed made a revelation. How did you obtain possession of that letter?’
‘I intercepted it. The writer believes, no doubt, that it is now on its way to Turkey.’
‘Nicolayeff is under arrest.’
‘He is.’
‘See that not a moment is lost in securing Boruff.’
‘That shall be done, Prince.’