The latch had not fully caught. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. Tell me exactly what has happened. " Immediately he stepped back. I suppose an intelligent person OUGHT to be interested in political affairs. " Without waiting for a reply, but darting a malevolent look at the prisoner, he quitted the cell, the door of which was instantly double-locked and bolted. “Yes?” he said.