He imagined every disaster as befalling Sonya. But when he had reëntered the little court, and rushed up the stairway, and burst into the room, it was to find Sonya still safely there—and not so poorly defended as he had thought, for Freeman was with her.
“Come,” he said breathlessly, “we must fly! The police may be here any moment!”
Sonya went suddenly white. “Then they have found out our plan?”
“I do not know. But we’re in instant danger of arrest. Come!”
“What! Desert our plan?” demanded Freeman. “Desert Borodin?”
“But how will our being arrested aid him?”
“I do not believe there is any danger,” returned Freeman. His thin lips curled slightly with disdain. “Somebody’s fear has got the better of his nerve!”
“But I’ve had definite warning!”
“From whom?”
“I promised not to tell.”