“Ingenious, highly ingenious. And then?”
“Then there was nearly the devil to pay. By some means or other the Nihilist brotherhood got wind of the fact that I was at Boreski’s——”
“At Boreski’s?” he shot in, as if in surprise.
“Presumably it was Boreski’s house, and a hurried flight followed with the object of saving me from them, but it was ineffectual. They found me, and an attempt was made upon my life by a man named Vastic, and I only averted it by shooting him.”
“What infernal villainy! It shows, of course, that Boreski is in league with this brotherhood. And where was this?”
“I can find my way to the place, I think.”
“It would be at Brabinsk, of course.”
How the devil did he know that?
“It was a very close shave, I assure you,” I said, trying to conceal my surprise. “It was Brabinsk; I remember to have heard the name. How did you know it?”
“Through my agents. As a matter of fact, an anonymous communication has been laid in the matter to the effect that murder was done there last night—the murder of this man, Vastic.”