"Neither now nor ever," Ivan answered, steady-eyed.
Michael, inwardly relieved, shrugged. "Where is she, Ivan?"
"Thank God, I don't know!"
"Why don't you know?"
"Burevsky was shot with the name of the place on his lips—unspoken."
Michael's brows were drawn and frowning. "You swear ignorance?" he demanded.
"So help me God."
"Humph!—Well, well,—it merely delays the affair a day or two. She's known in every town in the Moscow district, and in every big city from Odessa to Petersburg by this time.—Frontiers all waiting for her."
"Father!"
At the sudden title, Michael trembled. "What is it?"