CHAPTER XXXV
A BAFFLING INTERVIEW"It is less safe than the streets of London, perhaps," I said quietly, in Russian. "But what of that? And how long is it since you left there, my friend?"
He peered at me suspiciously, and spread his free hand with the quaint, graceful gesture he had used before. I'd have known the man anywhere by that alone; though in some ways he looked different now, less frail and emaciated than he had been, with a wiry vigor about him that made him seem younger than I had thought him.
"The excellency mistakes!" he said. "How should such an one as I get to London?"
"That is for you to say. I know only that you are the man who wanted to see Vladimir Selinski. And now you've got to come and see me, at once, at the inn kept by Moses Barzinsky."
"Speak lower, Excellenc
