“I was in Russia during the first months of the War,” replied Cranston. “As the agent of another government, I became a member of the Seventh Star.”
“Ah! Now I understand. You were one of the chosen few.”
Lamont Cranston nodded.
PRINCE ZUVOR glanced anxiously about the room. He and Cranston were alone, isolated in the spacious lounge of the Cobalt Club. Here they could not be overheard.
“We are not in Russia,” he said softly. “Yet there are dangers even here. You, I hope, have not experienced them. But I am watched. There are Red agents in New York.”
Lamont Cranston nodded.
“Yet they are slow to strike,” continued Zuvor. “They hold no menace — to those who are careful. Still, we must not underestimate their power. They can kill.”
“The case of Jonathan Graham stands as evidence of that,” replied Lamont Cranston.
An expression of amazement came over Prince Zuvor’s face. Then his eyes narrowed for an instant. He looked at Cranston sharply.
“You believe that?” he questioned.