He had unwrapped the newspaper. Inside was a small brown paper parcel. This in turn he unwrapped, verified the contents, and quickly wrapped it up once more. As he did so, an electric bell rang sharply.

“The American is punctual,” said Olga, with a glance at the clock.

She left the room. In a minute she returned ushering in a stranger, a big, broad-shouldered man whose transatlantic origin was evident. His keen glance went from one to the other.

“ M. Krassnine?” he inquired politely.

“I am he,” said Boris. “I must apologise for⁠—for the unconventionality of this meeting-place. But secrecy is urgent. I⁠—I cannot afford to be connected with this business in any way.”

“Is that so?” said the American politely.