“A sleigh driving up with one man in it. Another guest, I suppose.”
Sonya, who had been turning swiftly through crop reports from the Ministry of Agriculture, gave a low cry and stared at a paper.
“We’re finding something! Think of it! Prince Berloff was behind that attempt a month ago to kill the prime minister with a bomb! The revolutionary leader who urged it on was in reality one of his spies!”
“Berloff try to kill the prime minister! Why?”
“Because that would be to kill two birds with one stone—make the revolutionists unpopular because of their inhuman methods, and make vacant the position he covets. But here are more! Examine the bottom of the files.”
“Here it is!” cried Drexel.
“What does it say? Quick!”
“Arrested in the dress of a railway porter——”
“But the prison!”
“Put in Central Prison.”