"Not even if it was the Czar?" he said calmly.
Cherry Bim gaped at him.
"The Czar?" he said, with a queer little grimace to emphasize his disbelief in the evidence of his hearing. "What are you getting at?"
"Would you shoot the Czar for two thousand pounds?" asked Nicholas.
Cherry Bim pushed his hat to the back of his head and got up, shaking off the protesting arm.
"I"m through," he said, "and that"s all there is to it."
It was at that moment that Serganoff came through the door and Cherry Bim remained where he stood, surprised to silence, for the face of the newcomer was covered from chin to forehead by a black silk mask.
The door was shut behind him; he walked slowly to the table and dropped into a broken chair, Cherry"s eyes never leaving his face.
"For fifteen years," said the gun-man, speaking slowly, "I"ve been a crook, but never once have I seen a guy got up like that villain in a movie picture. Say, mister, let"s have a look at your face."
Cherry Bim was not the only person perturbed by the arrival of a masked stranger. Only three men in the room were in the secret of the newcomer"s ident.i.ty, and suspicious and scowling faces were turned upon him.
"You will excuse me," said the mask, "but there are many reasons why you should not see me or know me again."
"And there"s a mighty lot of reasons why you shouldn"t know me again,"
said Cherry, "yet I"ve obliged you with a close-up of my distinguished features."
"You have heard the proposition," said the man. "What do you think of it?"
"I think it"s a fool proposition," replied Cherry contemptuously. "I"ve told these lads before that I am not falling for the Lucretia Borgia stuff, and I"m telling you the same."
The masked man chuckled.
"Well, don"t let us quarrel," he said. "Nicholas, give him the money we promised."
Nicholas put his hand in his pocket and brought out a roll of notes, which he tossed to the man on his left, and Cherry Bim, to whom tainted money was as acceptable as tainted pheasant to the epicure, pocketed it with a smack of his lips.
"Now, if there"s anything I can do for you boys," he said, "here"s your chance to make use of me. Though I say it myself, there ain"t a man in New York with my experience, tact and finesse. Show me a job that can be done single-handed, with a dividend at the end of it, and I"ll show you a man who can take it on. In the meantime," said he affably, "the drinks are on me. Call the waiter, and order the best in the house."
Serganoff held up his hand.
"Wait," he said; "was that the door?"
Nicholas nodded, and the whole room stood in silence and watched the door slowly open. There was a gasp of astonishment, of genuine surprise, for Irene Yaroslav was well known to them, and it was Irene Yaroslav who stood with her back to the door. She wore a long black cloak of sable and by her coiffure it was evident that she was wearing an evening toilette beneath the cloak.
"Where is Israel Kensky?" she asked.
She did not immediately see the man in the masked face, for he sat under a light and his broad-brimmed hat threw his face into shadow.
n.o.body answered her, and she asked again:
"Where is Israel Kensky?"
"He is not here," said Serganoff coolly, as she took two paces and stopped dead, clasping her hands before her.
"What does this mean?" she asked. "What are you doing here, Ser----"
"Stop!" His voice was almost a shout, and yet there was a shake in it.
Serganoff realized the danger of his own position, if amongst these men were some who had cause to hate him.
"Do not mention my name, Irene."
"What are you doing here?" she asked. "And where is Israel Kensky?"
"He has not come," Serganoff"s voice was uneven and his hands shook.
She turned to go, but he was before her and stood with his back to the entrance.
"You will wait," he said.
"What insolence is this?" she demanded haughtily. "I had a letter from Israel Kensky telling me to come here under his protection and I should learn the truth of the plot against my father."
Serganoff had recovered something of his self-possession and laughed softly.
"It was I who sent you that letter, Irene. I sent it because I particularly desired you here at this moment."
"You shall pay for this," she said, and tried to force her way past him, but his strong hands gripped her and pushed her back.
She turned with a flaming face upon the men.
"Are you men," she asked, "that you allow this villain, who betrayed my father and will betray you, to treat a woman so."
She spoke in Russian, and n.o.body moved. Then a voice said:
"Speak English, miss."
She turned and glanced gratefully at the stout little man with his grotesque Derby hat and his good-humoured smile.
"I have been brought here by a trick," she said breathlessly, "by this man"--she pointed to Serganoff. "Will you help me leave? You"re English, aren"t you?"
"American, miss," said Cherry Bim. "And as for helping you, why, bless you, you can cla.s.s me as your own little bodyguard."
"Stop!" cried Serganoff hoa.r.s.ely, and instinctively, at the sight of the levelled revolver. Cherry"s hands went up. "You"ll keep out of this and do not interfere," said Serganoff. "You"ll have all the trouble you want before this evening is through. Irene, come here."
At one side of the room was a narrow doorway, which most of the members believed led to a cupboard, but which a few knew was a safety bolt in case of trouble. The Prince had recognized the door by its description, and had edged his way towards it, taking the key from his pocket.
He gripped the girl by the waist, inserted the key and flung open the door. She struggled to escape, but the hand that held the key also held the revolver, and never once did it point anywhere but at Cherry Bim"s anatomy.
"Help!" cried the girl. "This man is Serganoff, the Chief of Police at Petrograd----"