"I thought she was dead." "To the world she is dead," responded Michael Boranski, stroking his red beard.

"For that reason the information I give you must be treated as confidential." "Why should she be in hiding?
She is guilty of no offense--is she ?" The man shrugged his shoulders, but did not reply.
"And this Baron Oberg?
You tell me nothing of him," I said with dissatisfaction.
"How can I when I know nothing, Excellency ?" was his response.
I felt certain that the fellow was not speaking the truth, for I had noticed his surprise when I had first uttered the mysterious nobleman's name.
"As I have already said, Excellency, I am desirous of atoning for my insult, and will serve you in every manner I can.

For that reason I had sought news of the young English lady--the Mademoiselle Heath." "But you have all foreigners registered in your books," I said.

"The search was surely not a difficult one.

I know your police methods in Russia too well," I laughed.
"No, the lady was not registered," he said.