The sweet voice, the accent, revealed the truth to Sandoff instantly.
“Yes; I remember now,” he said gravely. “It was you who saved my life.”
“And you remember the promise you made me?” she continued.
Sandoff inclined his head. He was greatly troubled by this visit, now that he began to guess its import. Yet he had no thought of breaking his oath.
“What can I do for you?” he said. “Speak! Don’t be afraid.”
The girl’s eyes sought the floor for a moment, and then were turned to Sandoff entreatingly.
“It is not for myself that I have come here tonight,” she said. “I want you to save the life of a friend—as I once saved yours. Unless he can leave the city before daylight he is lost. Only one thing can aid him, and that is a passport.”
“His name?” demanded Sandoff quickly. “Tell me his name!”
The girl sank upon a chair and buried her face in her hands. She sobbed audibly for an instant, and then looked up appealingly through her tears.
“His name,” she replied in a broken voice, “is Felix Shamarin. He is my brother. I am Vera Shamarin.”