LONDON, AUGUST 1866
Smith peered at Jack, sighing. “Well, Windrush, you were moderately successful. You exposed the Russians and disposed of their men, but also revealed yourself as an agent.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack agreed.
“Naturally, that compromises your usefulness with us. Now that everybody knows what you"ve been up to, we can no longer send you on any similar expeditions.”
“Yes, sir.” Jack felt no disappointment. “Did you find out Walsh"s and Carmichael"s real names?”
Smith glanced at the open file on his desk. “Walsh is a Russian named Markovic. We captured him in London during the Crimean War, when he tried to blow up a Royal Naval ship. He joined the Fenians in jail and escaped from Dartmoor some years ago. We think imprisonment unhinged him because he still seemed to believe he wa
