His name is Frederick Waring.

On no pretext is he to be allowed to return to Russian soil.

Should he succeed in doing so, he is to be arrested, denied the privilege of communication with any friend, or with the consul or ambassador of any foreign nation, and delivered to me in Petersburg.

You will receive this order in due form to-night.

Understood ?" "Yes, excellency." "Photographs will be attached to the official order." He turned again to the boy, and for just a moment the expressionless mask was swept from his eyes by a look of fierce hatred.