And that was that Suvaroff had seemed far too big and important a man to do a small, petty thing.
"He's got a wrong idea of me, some way," Fred decided.

"He has heard something, or made up his mind to something that isn't so.

Well, I hope I get back to Russia and stay out of jail long enough to find out what was wrong.

Perhaps this war will make a difference, especially if I'm lucky enough to be able do something for 'Holy Russia'." Fred moved along quietly while he was thinking of the extraordinary sequence of events that had brought him to where he now was, flashing his light on the arrows, and looking for the double mark that would show him he had reached the spot of which Boris had told him.

But when he got there he had no need of any sign, for he could hear voices distinctly on the other side of a very thin wall.