"I hope to God he comes through," he prayed. And then he became cynical, as was his habit, when he found himself moved.
"I am on the track of Harietta, Denzil. She has a new lover—Ferdinand Ardayre."
"What a combination!"
"Yes, but who the officer was at the Ardayre ball I cannot yet trace. Stanislass is quite a gaga—he spends his time packed off to play piquet at the St. James'—he has no bosse des cartes,—it is his burdensome duty."
"He does not feel the war?"
"He is numb."
"What will you do if you catch her red-handed?"
"I shall have her shot without a moment's compunction. It would be a fitting end."
"I don't know that I should have the nerve to shoot a woman—even a spy."
Verisschenzko laughed, and a savage light grew in his Calmuck eyes.