“Yes, you can. You can leave it in charge of the captain of this ship and let him see that an attempt is made to deliver it to the Princess Mistchenka.”
She was in deadly earnest; he saw that. And, in spite of himself, a slight thrill that was almost a chill passed over him, checked instantly by the hot wave of sheer exhilaration at the hint of actual danger.
“Oho!” he said gaily. “Then you and your friends are not yet finished with me?” 237
“Yes, if you will consider your mission accomplished.”
“And leave the rest to the captain of the Volhynia?”
“Yes.”
“Scheherazade,” he said, “did you suppose me to be a coward?”
“No. You have done all that you can. A reserve officer of the British Navy has the box in his charge. Let him, protected by his Government, send it toward its destination.”
In her even voice the implied menace was the more sinister for her calmness.
He looked at her, perplexed, and shook his head.