The woman was trembling, crumpled into the second chair, hunched over, arms wrapped around her stomach.

“They weren’t going to harm me.” She pressed a hand to her father’s arm, willing him to believe her. And then she went and knelt beside Nadya, brushing back a curl from her face. “Are you all right?” she asked in French. “The baby?”

Nadya’s eyes, wide and terrified, lifted to her face. “I . . . I don’t know. I think so?”

“The what?” Evgeni’s voice sounded wooden with shock.

Lily spared only a quick glance toward the men. Evgeni had no color at all in his face, though whether it was from his recent illness, the exertion, or the news of a babe she didn’t know. He sank onto the floor and stared at Nadya. “You don’t have the flu.”

Nadya’s hands were trembling as she lifted them to brush aside her fallen curls. “I told you I was not ill.”

Zivon’s breath escaped him in a whoosh. With a glance to Lily that begged for understanding, he straightened and stood before the admiral. “I present myself for your consequences, sir. I accept the full responsibility of their actions on British soil.”

Hall’s blink looked suspiciously like a roll of the eyes. “It doesn’t work that way, Marin. They’re too late anyway. The mutiny has already begun.”

“What?” Evgeni’s face went paler still. At a word from Nadya, he said something in Russian, presumably a translation of the admiral’s statement.

DID pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket. “De Wilde stopped me on our way out. The Germans are in revolt.”

Nadya was shaking her head. “No,” she said in French. “It doesn’t matter. Even if the war ends, it doesn’t matter. The West won’t help the Whites. And even if they do, the Bolsheviks will win.”

“Perhaps.” Zivon looked toward Father Smirnov, then over to Nadya. “Perhaps they will. Perhaps this is what Russia wants and God will allow it. But even so, it is good for the war to end. For lives to be saved.”

“As for the two of you.” Hall crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re going to turn over the album with the photographs you used to create those false ones. And then you’re going to leave within the next forty-eight hours. I’ll not tolerate any more threats against one of my men. And you can tell your superiors the same thing, if they question you. At the moment, the Crown has no quarrel with the Bolsheviks. Don’t give us a reason to.”

Nadya’s shoulders rolled forward, and she didn’t look up at any of them. Evgeni slid his hand across the table, palm up. Waiting, clearly, for her to put her hand in his. “We accept, sir. With gratitude for your generosity.”