"Who?" asked Tanya.
"Von Stromberg," she muttered. "He sees everything, knows everything. You can't escape."
Rowland shrugged.
"We're at least willing to try. And now you must sleep again, Zoya. Herr Markov----"
He paused, for Zoya started at the sound of the name, and just then the door opened and Zoya's gaze turned toward it quickly. He saw her eyes look, then stare, closing perplexedly.
"She is awake?" Herr Markov asked.
At the sound of his voice Zoya moved upon her pillow and opened her eyes again. But their strange host had come forward and laid his hand quietly over hers.
"It is I, Mariana--Matthias Markov. The good God has sent you to me----"
"Matthias!" she gasped, still looking at him.
He bowed his head gravely and raised her hand to his lips, but at the contact she closed her eyes and lay back, breathing deeply.