"Mademoiselle Korasov! Yes. Yes----"
"They've robbed the vault, I tell you," cried Liederman wildly. "The money is gone----!"
It was here that Zoya Rochal took command of the situation.
"We can do nothing alone. Go, Max, arouse Shestov, Barthou and Signorina Colodna. They must learn of this."
"I'm quite all right," muttered Rowland. "Only a little confused. There was an explosion."
She gave him another drink of the brandy which he accepted gratefully.
"You are very kind, Madame," he said.
Zoya Rochal regarded him in a moment of anxiety.
"I warned you, Philippe Rowlan'," she said.
He smiled at her broadly and then whispered quizzically, "There was a pig in the vault," he laughed. "The trouble was that he hadn't any ring in his nose.