Moore gave up his work with the Secret Service about the time of my marriage, got himself a position with a firm of consulting engineers in New York, and took to running in to see us two or three times a week. Of course I am only a brother and these things are hidden from me. But although Margaret goes out a good deal and has many friends, she always seems to be at home when Moore calls. I hope I’m right!
Of the Emperor, whom Moore and I often discuss, we have heard nothing more. He was never captured, so far as we know. But he has never been heard from since that night.
Possibly he’s gone back to Russia, or some place equally distant. I hope so!
The End
Transcriber’s Note
The following changes have been made to the published text to correct what are believed to be unambiguous printer’s errors.
- “le’s” has been changed to “let’s” (Ch. XVIII).
- “ananswered” has been changed to “answered” (Ch. XXIII).
Any other seeming errors have been left unaltered.