“Borski! The leader of the South Russian revolt?”
“The same!”
“Oh!” slowly breathed the prince, and his eyes glittered back at Freeman’s. “But you forget. There still remains his sister, the Princess Olga.”
“You have been told that a young woman was arrested to-night?”
“Yes.”
“That young woman is the sister.”
This was too much for even Berloff’s self-command. His thin lips fell apart and he stared at Freeman.
“She Princess Olga? You are mistaken. Princess Olga lies dangerously ill at home.”
“Pardon me,” Freeman calmly returned, “Princess Olga lies in a cell in Peter and Paul.”
“You are certain?”