He stole the papers from Stepan's study and took them to Tver, where his wife was waiting for them.

She took them on to Paris and sold them to Vassili.

Bamborough began his journey eastward, knowing presumably that he could not escape by the western frontier, but lost his way on the steppe.

You remember the man whom we picked up between here and Tver, with his face all cut to pieces ?--he had been dragged by the stirrup.

That was Sydney Bamborough.
The good God had hit back quickly." "How long have you known this ?" asked Paul, in a queer voice.
"I saw it suddenly in the princess's face, one day in Petersburg--a sort of revelation.