After Creighton had left, the interpreter and the major set off together for their lodgings. Olga repeatedly glanced around nervously; she felt pursued by an unknown fear. All the way back to her quarters she sensed that she was being followed, watched from all sides.
“Olga, calm down. It’s just your imagination,” the major said, trying to reason with the interpreter, but without success. Olga continued to look back, as if some intent gaze was burning into her back.
Along the way they encountered other soldiers and officers, and in each chance person met, Olga suspected a spy who had been assigned to watch her. At times she felt that she might never make it home, that she would be arrested there on the road. She looked back with regret on her refusal to fly out that night. Steven had bee
