"It would be difficult, I fear, to get him into Russian hands."
"Some stratagem might accomplish it. You have agents at work, you say, in the Crimea?"
"They can go there."
"Put me in communication with them, and leave it all to me."
"You will place me under another onerous obligation, Hippolyte."
"No, thanks. I am about to ask a favour in return. You can help me, I think."
"Yes? Command me."
"You have many acquaintances in London; your late husband's friends were military men. I want a little information at times."
Mrs. Wilders looked at him curiously.
"Why don't you call things by their right names? You would like to employ me as a spy—is that what you mean?"