"In Russia?"
"No; here in America." Olga dipped into her handbag and produced a slip of paper. This she handed to the princess. "Here is the list, highness."
"Who is Florence Hargreave?"
"A friend of mine," evasively.
"Does she belong to the organization?"
"No."
"Then you have some ulterior purpose in having me invite her?"
"I have," answered Olga sharply; "but that does not concern your highness in the least."
The princess bit her lips. "I see your name here also; a man named Braine, and another, Norton."
"Say at once that you do not care to execute the wishes—the commands—of the order," said Olga coldly.