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The Other Sister
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When Olga strolled nonchalantly into the cafe, Huntington was dreaming of totnorrou — and Lisa.
parted. What are you doing here, yourself? Why did you come to Warsaw?"
But Huntington had little to tell, after all. His mission to St. Petersburg was now public property, his visit to Warsaw was only an excursion. He had no reason concealment, even from an enemy, much 5S a sweetheart. But his confidences were interrupted. There was a slamming of doors, hastening footfalls down the corridor, and the guide came rushing in.
"The house is surrounded by police!" he cried. "Our plan to kill the prefect has been betraved ! This—" and he pointed
his revolver threal eningly a1 Hum ington.
"Nol Yovi w rong. lie is a friend," oi.ua an m\ ered.
"Then lei him prove it ! rhere is one chance in .1 thousand, because he has passports. The tunnel to the stable, the slei is ready, then drn ■ like demons for the frontier! It is \ they are after. The rest of us are nol accused."
"Good!" the girl exclaimed. Then to II u n t i n g ton : "Come." Ami before he could ston to analyze the situation she was d r a g g i n g him through another of those long, narrow, black passages which seemed to honeycomb the city. Another m inut e and they were in the stable — in the deep sleigh— racing out into the city, across the srruares — into the country, and due north toward the German frontier. Their words were few and perfunctory. Huntington was trying to piece it all together into a coherent whole ; Olga was waiting for more (dues on which to base her words and actions. It was nearly seventy miles, but the road was clear and there was no pursuit. Apparently they had succeeded in evading the police.
They reached the frontier, and Huntington's credentials convinced the officers, who winked slyly and pleasantly, that this was an escapade du coeur. So they were passed. A few miles farther on they felt quite safe. and coming upon a small inn decided to rest. But there was only one room avail