The man, after taking him into the waiting-room, went to call an upper clerk.

Michael Strogoff would not be long in making everything right with the police and being free in his movements.
Whilst waiting, he looked about him, and what did he see?
There, fallen, rather than seated, on a bench, was a girl, prey to a silent despair, although her face could scarcely be seen, the profile alone being visible against the wall.

Michael Strogoff could not be mistaken.

He instantly recognized the young Livonian.
Not knowing the governor's orders, she had come to the police office to get her pass signed.

They had refused to sign it.