25They arrived at the station two days later.
The telegraph had worked.
They presented their papers and were hurriedly shuffled to a set of drawers filled with Lancaster’s possessions. Once left alone, they tore through the piles of rubbish, thinking that it would be a short-lived ruse and at any minute the British officers escorting them would notice their fake papers or Lancaster himself would walk up behind them, demanding an explanation.
Alexei filtered through what lay in the bottom drawer. He moved a cigar case to the left and then caught what lay beneath it.
“Dmitri,” he mouthed picking it up.
“That . . . that must be . . .” He nearly toppled to the floor. There had been some part of them that doubted that they would uncover anything at all in this dangerous scheme. But there i
