"The Treasury say that you are not connected with anybody, sir," he said.
"What?"
T. B. stared at him.
He moved his hand from the transmitter and called softly, "Poltavo!"
There was no reply, and he called again.
He looked up with the receiver still at his ear.
"He's rung off."
Then a new voice spoke.
"Finished, sir?"
"No—who are you?" demanded T. B. quickly.