“Not even a clue?”
“She has completely disappeared. But her description is in the hands of our men all over Russia. We’ll get her sooner or later.”
“And the man who helped her? An American, you said.”
“We have only his word for that. He probably lied. He could have been English. As to him, also nothing.”
“You have had the police departments of the different cities send you the records of American and English passports?”
“Yes; but these foreign passports only give the age and the colour of one’s eyes and hair. That helps little to identify a man—especially since most of the Americans and Englishmen in Russia are between twenty-five and thirty, which was about the age of this woman’s confederate.”
“Well, keep after them, captain. There is another little matter on which I desire further information that I think you can give me, but I must refer to the record in the case. It is in my study. Come with me.”
The prince and Captain Nadson rose and started for the study door.
“It’s all up!” whispered Drexel. “I’ll attack them, and under cover of that you run.”
“No—no!” returned Sonya. “Don’t move—don’t breathe!”