“I don’t remember exactly. I think he had killed a guard whom I wanted killed, and I thought I would reward him and spare his life — if you call being sent to a Tsarist labor camp sparing one’s life.”
“What was the British agent’s name? This is important.”
The warden didn’t answer at first. Finally he said “I’ll be honest you; I can’t remember. Only that it was an Anglo-sounding name. I’m sorry.”
“So you know who this one they call Moryak actually is then?”
With his head down, he softly replied “Yes, I suppose I do, but the secret is safe, given the fact that — ” Mozger suddenly grabbed the man’s hair and then jerked his head up. With one fluid motion of his right hand, he took his knife and slashed the warden’s throat. As blood spurted from his carotid arteries, the warden collapsed w
