THE GREAT WHITE CZAR There was a moment of absolute, chilling silence; the sort of silence that, in the old phrase, can be felt.

For just an instant it was plain that Mikail Suvaroff did not recognize the nephew he hated.

But then he knew him, and a flash of cold, malignant hatred lit up his eyes, while his lips curved in a curious, sneering smile.
"So--it is you ?" he said.

"I thought I had not seen the last of you on the platform at Virballen! Lieutenant, you may leave us." "Yes, general," said the lieutenant who had rescued Fred.

He was plainly puzzled and confused.