He scarcely dared to hope for what had seemed to him the inevitable explanation of his errand.

But when the sentry opened the door of the locked room, and he looked in, he saw Boris sitting dejectedly on the side of a bed.

It was all he could do to suppress a cry of delight, but he managed it, and he was hugely tickled as he saw Boris's indifferent glance at him.

His disguise must be good, or Boris would have known him.

He put the tray down, and then walked to the window.