A knock upon the door, and Tanya, clad in a gray dressing gown much too large for her, entered and came quietly forward. Her glance met Rowland's as she gave him her hand. She looked a little tired but smiled as she knelt beside the bed and took one of Zoya's hands in both of hers.
"You are better, Madame?" she inquired.
"I think so. You are very good." The tones were listless--indifferent.
"We are safe for the present," said Tanya. "The soldiers at the front of the house have been withdrawn."
"Who told you this?" asked Rowland quickly.
"Frau Nisko. She answered all their questions satisfactorily."
Zoya Rochal stirred uneasily.
"Nevertheless," she said hopelessly, "they will find us."
"Don't lose courage."
"He never fails. I know."