"What about him ?" "He is not dead; that is all." Karl Steinmetz passed his broad hand down over his face, covering his mouth for a second.
"But he died.

He was found on the steppe, and buried at Tver." "So the story runs," said De Chauxville, with easy sarcasm.

"But who found him on the steppe?
Who buried him at Tver ?" "I did, my friend." The next second Steinmetz staggered back a step or two as Etta fell heavily into his arms.

But he never took his eyes off De Chauxville..