As the sleigh glided along the moonlit row of palaces, Ödön remarked to his companion that they were not going in the direction of Kamennoi Island.
"Nor do we wish to," returned Leonin.
"Why, then, did you say we were going thither?"
"So that no one should by any possibility overhear our real destination."
"And what, pray, may that be?"
"You can see for yourself: we are on the Petrofski Prospect, headed straight for Petrofski Island."
"But there's nothing there except hemp factories and sugar refineries."
"You are right; and we are going to call on a sugar-boiler."
"I have no objection," returned Ödön, wrapping his mantle more closely about him, and leaning back in his seat. Possibly he even went to sleep.
Half an hour later the sleigh crossed the Neva again, and drew up before a red building at the end of a long park. Leonin aroused his companion.