“And Kirsakoff stands behind him, I hear,” said Peter.
Michael exchanged glances with Katerin. “True, it is Kirsakoff who helps him hold his power.”
“But it is dangerous to talk of Kirsakoff,” said Katerin, as she handed Peter a glass of tea. “That is whisper talk, and I warn you.”
“No,” grumbled Michael. “Your life would be worth little if you let it be known that you are in possession of that secret. You are playing a dangerous game if you wish to get close to Kirsakoff.”
“But if he only knows me as an American,” suggested Peter.
“What! You, who speak the real Russian!” exclaimed Michael. “Do not be fooled—he will know you for a Russian!”
“I can arrange that,” said Peter, with a smile. “If I can find him, that is a matter easy enough to be handled as the business needs.”
Michael shook his head energetically.
“No, no, my friend! Kirsakoff’s hand is hidden. Your life would be in danger at once if you gave a hint that you even know that Kirsakoff is in the city. Be sure of that.”
“Then I can pretend I do not know him,” pressed Peter. He was somewhat disappointed by the resistance offered by the old man.