They rushed into the house, locked the door, and waited on the lower floor for the attack. In the minute of waiting Sonya’s mind went apprehensively to Borodin.
“If the police have learned everything,” she breathed to Drexel, “then they probably have learned that Borodin is Borski. If they have”—there was a sob in her throat—“oh, my poor brother!”
Freeman started. “What! Is Borodin really Borski?—the leader of the South Russian revolt?”
“Yes,” she said.
“And your brother?”
“Yes.”
“Ah!” he exclaimed. “No wonder you have dared everything to release him!”
Sonya sighed tremulously.
“Perhaps it may not go so bad with him,” said Drexel, desiring to comfort her. “If they have discovered all about him, his being Prince Valenko may make his fate lighter.”
Freeman cut off her reply. “Is Borski then Prince Valenko?” he exclaimed, astounded. “The son of the military governor?”