As she stood up, there was a jolt of the train that caused her to sit down again somewhat hurriedly.
Passing her window she saw the lights of the station; the train was in motion.

"Thank Heaven!" she cried fervently, "he is too late.

Those plotting villains will have all their trouble for nothing." She glanced upwards towards the ceiling and noticed a hole about an inch in diameter bored in the thin wooden partition between her compartment and the next.

Turning to the wall behind her she saw that another hole had been bored in a similar position through to Room B.The car had been pretty thoroughly prepared for the work in hand, and Jennie laughed softly to herself as she pictured the discomfiture of the conspirators.
The train was now rushing through the suburbs of St.Petersburg, when Jennie was startled by hearing a stranger's voice say in French,-- "Conductor, I have Room A; which end of the car is that ?" "This way, Excellency," replied the conductor.

Everyone seemed to be "Excellency" with him.