“I thought there was something crooked about Snokoff and his company from the very start,” went on Nathan Chase, as he settled back in his office chair. “They didn’t do business in the fair and square fashion of most Russian firms. They sold goods almost regardless of cost. No firm can do that and pay its debts. They claimed to be establishing trade, but trade established in that manner isn’t worth having.”
“I agree with you.”
“The offices across the way were shut up ten days ago. Only a clerk and a porter were in charge. They have disappeared like them employer.”
“Can you give me their names?”
“The clerk’s name was Vanskynov. Somebody said he came to Port Arthur from Mukden. I know nothing of the porter.”
“It’s too bad.” Gilbert Pennington drew a long breath. “I’d give a few dollars just to lay my hands on this Ivan Snokoff. I’d let him know what I thought of him.”
“Have you reported the affair to the authorities?”
“Not yet. I have been hoping right along that I might spot Snokoff somewhere. Besides, matters here seem to be very unsettled just now.”
“You are right there, lieutenant. And they may be more unsettled before long.”
“Do you think there will be war between Russia and Japan?”