As he took up a pen and sat down he asked,—
'What is our friend's name?'
'His name is Petrovitch. You knew him in Russia, I believe.'
'I have heard much of him lately in London, but I have never been so fortunate as to meet him here.'
'He was with me at the Agora on Sunday.'
Litvinoff looked up pleasantly from the cheque he had been filling in.
'Ah, so,' he said, 'I wonder he could not have answered you about the pamphlet.'
'He could have done,' said the other rather grimly, 'if I had thought of asking him, but I did not think of doing so.'
'Well, I must hope soon to meet Citizen Petrovitch. In the meantime give him this, with my best hopes for the welfare of his lady friend. I wish it may be useful, small though it is.'
'There's no doubt about that,' said Hirsch, rising as the other held out the cheque, and glancing at the two figures on it, before folding it very small and concealing it in an inner part of his nondescript garments.