Then he greeted me, and we seated ourselves before the fire.
“Well,” he said, after we had been conversing for several minutes, “this is my last visit here.”
“Are you going away?” asked Sophie, in dismay.
“Yes, dearest, I start for Moscow to-morrow. I have some important work to perform, and have come to-night to wish you farewell.”
“So soon?” she said sorrowfully. “When will you return?”
“Perhaps never. I only came here to endeavour to discover a woman whose Christian name was the same as your own.”
“What did you want with her?”
“To arrest her, and demand her extradition. It was she who killed my predecessor—General Yagodkin.”
“Ah, I remember,” I said. “She escaped from Russia.”
“Yes, she’s a most dangerous Nihilist, and many recent plots have been due to her inventative genius. If I find her she will go to the gallows.”