"My friend Norton!" jeered the victor.
"And what do you want; some peaches?"
"A paper, my friend, a little secret of paper with invisible writing on it. We promise to give you something in exchange for it."
"What?" asked Jim with as much nonchalance as he could a.s.sume.
"Life."
"Search," said Jim. "You won"t object to my smoking?" He began to roll a cigarette while they pa.s.sed over him. He struck a match; the pleasant aroma of tobacco floated about his head.
"He"s got it on him somewhere. I saw him take it. He"s got his nerve with him."
The cigarette glowed. Jim smoked hurriedly.
Through every pocket they went. The contents of his wallet lay scattered at his feet; his watch dangled from the chain. The cigarette grew shorter and shorter. Suddenly one of the men stretched out a hand and whisked the cigarette from Jim"s lips. He threw it to the floor and stamped out the coal.
"I thought so!" he exclaimed, holding out the sc.r.a.p of burnt paper toward Braine.
The words "Dear Hargreave" were all that remained of the message. With a snarl of rage Braine whipped out his revolver.
"I will give you one minute to tell me what that paper contained."
"And after that minute is up?"
"A bullet in your stomach."
Quick as a flash Jim"s hand shot out, caught the loosely held revolver, gave it a wrench, and brought it down savagely upon Braine"s head.
Then he reversed it and backed toward the front entrance.
"Au revoir, till we meet again, gentlemen!"
CHAPTER XXI
Jim said nothing at first about his adventure to Jones, whom he met half an hour later.
"Was it necessary to keep that invisible letter?" he asked.
"No," said Jones.
"Would it have given our affairs a serious turn if it had fallen into alien hands?"
"Decidedly," answered Jones. "It would mean flight for the Black Hundred or a long time under cover, if our friend Braine learned that Russia was now taking an active interest in the doings of the Black Hundred. And eventually all our work would have to be done over again."
"Ah!"
"You look a bit mussed up. Anything happened?" asked the keen-eyed butler.
"Nothing much. I made a cigarette out of the letter and smoked it."
Jones chuckled. "I see that you have had an adventure of some sort; but it can wait."
"It can."
"Because I want you to pack off to Washington."
"Washington?"
"Yes. I want you to interview those officials who are most familiar with the extradition laws."
"A new kink?"
"What I wish to learn is this: Can a man, formerly undesirable, take out naturalization papers and hold to the protection of the United States government? That is to say, a poisoner, menaced by Siberia, becomes an American citizen. He is abducted and carried back to Russia. Could he look to this government for protection? That is what I want you to find out?"
"That will be easy. When shall I start?"
"As soon as you can pack your grip."
"That"s always packed," replied the reporter. "You see, I"m eternally shunted hither and yon, at a moment"s notice, so I always have an extra grip packed for quick travel."
"The Russian agent wants Braine, Vroon, and the countess; and to-night I"m going to try to point them out to him. It would satisfy me more than anything I know to eliminate this precious trio in Russian fashion. It"s thorough; and once accomplished, good day to the Black Hundred in America. The organization in Russia has still some political significance, but on this side of the water it is merely an aggregation of merciless thugs."
"I"ll take the first train out. But you will tell Florence?"
"Surely."
"And take care of your own heels. You were watched at the hotel."
"I know it; but the watcher could learn nothing. Henri Servan as a name will suggest nothing to the fool who followed me. Besides we both knew that he was trying to peek through the keyhole. That hotel, you know, still retains the old-fashioned keyholes."
"To keep the maids in good humor, I suppose," laughed Jim. "Well, I must be on my way to make that flyer."
The two shook hands and Jim hurried off. The butler watched him till he disappeared down the subway.
"He"s a good lad," he murmured, "and a brave lad; and money is only an incident in human affairs after all. I"ll be a good angel and let the two be happy, since they love each other and have proved it in a thousand ways."
Meanwhile the Russian agent settled down before his writing portfolio; and once or twice as he wrote he thought he heard a sound outside the door. No doubt this butler of Hargreave"s had been watched and followed. By and by he rose, drew his revolver, and tiptoed to the door obliquely so that the watcher outside might not become aware of his approach. Swiftly he swung back the door and the member of the Black Hundred stumbled into the room. Almost instantly the Russian caught him by the collar and held him up.
"What were you doing outside my door?"
The man, trying to collect his thoughts, did not answer.
"A spy of some sort, eh?"
"I"m a detective," said the man finally, thinking he saw his way clear.