“By the way,” said the count, “how am I to address you?”
Jack smiled slightly as he replied, indicating Frank.
“My companion here as Lieutenant Maurice Depree and myself as Lieutenant Raoul Santon, of the French army.”
“Good,” said the count. “Good for our work here. But your real names?”
“Are not to be mentioned in Moscow,” replied Frank simply.
“And why?” demanded the count with a sudden show of anger.
“Because it is commanded,” returned Frank firmly.
For a moment it seemed that the count was about to make an angry retort, but he checked himself and after a moment smiled.
“A command,” he said, “is a command. It would be well if others obeyed orders as well as you.”
He then presented each lad in turn to the various men about him, and Frank and Jack were surprised to learn that some men so high in the Russian service were engaged in this gigantic German plot.