“If the American is the kind of man they say he is, it will take more than a couple of cowardly apaches to get the better of him.” She paused. “I wonder⁠—”

“Well?”

“Nothing. Only twice this evening a man has passed along this street⁠—a man with white hair.”

“What of it?”

“This. As he passed those two men, he dropped his glove. One of them picked it up and returned it to him. A threadbare device.”

“You mean⁠—that the white-haired man is⁠—their employer?”

“Something of the kind.”

The Russian looked alarmed and uneasy.