A stifled murmur came from Zoya Rochal.
"Br--! You do not know? The most terrible man in the world. He knows everything about everybody. A thinking machine which nothing escapes, which sees into every cranny of Europe, with power no less than that of the Emperor himself. That man!"
Madame Rochal paused in the spell of some unpleasant reminiscence.
"Why do you ask, Herr Rowland?" questioned Liederman quickly.
"Because I have reason to believe that for some years Khodkine has taken his orders from him."
"Do you think that he was acting under orders from General von Stromberg when he took the treasure of Nemi?"
Rowland shrugged. "How should I know? It is possible."
"You have learned a great deal in a very short time," growled the Socialist. "I owe you an apology. I thought you were a fool, I'm glad to admit I was mistaken."
"I'm stupid enough at any rate to admit that I won't know where to find Fräulein Korasov when we reach Munich. Without her we shall move in the dark. Her testimony before the Committee----"
"That is true. We must find her. But you must leave that to me. You shall see. Ten thousand men if we need them will search for her. By tomorrow night at the latest----"