"Did she say anything before she died?"
"No," I answered quietly. "She died instantly, they told me."
"How exactly was she killed?"
His eyes watched my face without falter, clearly, gravely, steadfastly.
"She was killed by a bullet. Stepped out from behind her shelter and it happened at once. She can have suffered nothing."
"And Semyonov let her?"
"He could not have prevented it. It might have happened to any one."
"I would have prevented it," he said, nodding his head gravely.
He was silent for a little; then with a sudden jerk he said:
"Where has she gone?"