Prokop — masked beyond recognition — was the man who had entered. One by one he summoned his agents and dismissed them. This was a rapid procedure, until he came to Agent M.
Prokop talked with this man, in the outer room.
“You are still watching Zuvor?” he questioned.
“Yes,” replied the agent. “Some one visited him a few nights ago.”
“Did you follow the stranger when he left?”
“Yes; but he eluded us.”
“You were negligent,” exclaimed Prokop angrily.
“The man must have been the devil, himself,” was the agent’s reply. “We kept on his trail; but somehow, he slipped away while we were watching.”
“Do not let it happen again,” said Prokop.
The agent left. Prokop muttered half aloud.