"I have, I think, the same impression."
"Your name is Spivak—of the Secret Service——"
"You——"
"My name is Carl Moyer."
It was a gambler's chance that Renwick took. If Spivak intimately knew the man—but he did not and the effrontery disarmed him.
"You are Carl Moyer? I must have seen you," he muttered. "I have been in Vienna a little—with Herr Windt, but I am of the Hungarian branch. You have been in Sarajevo?"
"Yes," said Renwick easily following out a wild plan that had come into his mind. "I have been employed by the Baroness Racowitz to find the Countess Marishka Strahni."
"Ah, I see. It has come to that!" And then, regarding his companion with a new interest, "When did you come from Sarajevo?"
"Last night. It is a strange case."
"And you have found a lead?"