He opened a drawer of his desk and drew out a couple of Government documents. “Take these. It will help if they are found upon him.”
She took them. “You have men to pursue us?”
“A company of Cossacks is stationed in the village. I’ll telephone for a squad.”
“You will hush up my part in this affair?”
“Certainly.”
“Then good-bye, prince. I’ll claim my fifty thousand to-night”—and with an excited, triumphant smile she hurried out to find Drexel.
Drexel had rushed from the room with the desire to tell Sonya of his success before he began his flight. In this he was aided by her watchfulness. The party had all gone into the music room, but she, wondering what had become of him, lingered near the door. When she saw him emerge from the corridor and make for the entry, she crossed to meet him. Her composure was perfect.
“I just saw the captain go in there,” she whispered. “Didn’t he——”
“He didn’t see me,” Drexel returned quickly. “I’ll explain some other time. Borodin is in the Fortress of Peter and Paul.”
Her eyes glowed into his.