“How do you return?” asked Cranston. “You cannot ride up in the elevator.”
“I have usually returned by another route,” replied Zuvor. “But should I desire to return through the warehouse; or to bring any one here by that method, Ivan can be on hand at the appointed time, to operate from the fifth floor.”
“Your plan is a good one,” said the millionaire. “You are sure that the Red agents do not suspect it?”
Prince Zuvor shrugged his shoulders.
“That is possible,” he said. “Yet so far, up until a few weeks ago, I am sure that they knew nothing. That is why I have reserved this plan for leaving, only. It would be unwise to come back the same way.
“Now, I suggest that you go with Ivan. He will conduct you — in fact, he will disguise you so that you cannot be recognized, if seen.”
Cranston looked at the Russian servant.
“Ivan was connected with the Imperial Theater, in Petrograd,” explained Zuvor. “He is exceedingly clever at make-up. I should advise you to test his skill.”
“Very well.”
Cranston bowed to the prince; then he followed Ivan Shiskin. The servant led him downstairs to the basement. In a back room, Ivan brought out some make-up boxes.