"Marfa Strogoff."
"Thou hast a son?"
"Yes."
"He is a courier of the Czar?"
"Yes."
"Where is he?"
"At Moscow."
"Thou hast no news of him?"
"No news."
"Since how long?"
"Since two months."
"Who, then, was that young man whom thou didst call thy son a few moments ago at the posting-house?"
"A young Siberian whom I took for him," replied Marfa Strogoff. "This is the tenth man in whom I have thought I recognized my son since the town has been so full of strangers. I think I see him everywhere."
"So this young man was not Michael Strogoff?"
"It was not Michael Strogoff."
"Dost thou know, old woman, that I can torture thee until thou avowest the truth?"
"I have spoken the truth, and torture will not cause me to alter my words in any way."
"This Siberian was not Michael Strogoff?" asked a second time Ivan Ogareff.
"No, it was not he," replied a second time Marfa Strogoff. "Do you think that for anything in the world I would deny a son whom God has given me?"
Ivan Ogareff regarded with an evil eye the old woman who braved him to the face. He did not doubt but that she had recognized her son in this young Siberian. Now if this son had first renounced his mother, and if his mother renounced him in her turn, it could occur only from the most weighty motive. Ogareff had therefore no doubt that the pretended Nicholas Kopanoff was Michael Strogoff, courier of the Czar, seeking concealment under a false name, and charged with some mission which it would have been important for him to know. He therefore at once gave orders for his pursuit. Then "Let this woman be conducted to Tomsk," he said.
While the soldiers brutally dragged her off, he added between his teeth, "When the moment arrives I shall know how to make her speak, this old sorceress!"
