“I have notified Agent R to be ready. I already have a report concerning him. He is a wealthy young man, who lives alone with one servant. He must be handled tactfully. Agent R is the one to do that.”
Prokop drew an envelope from his pocket. He handed it to the Red Envoy, who opened it with ease despite the red silk gloves, and read the report within.
“That will do,” said the masked man tersely. “Let Agent R proceed. Your plan is quite suitable for the present.”
“We need worry no longer about Berchik,” said Prokop, with a leering smile. “He died quickly.”
“How?”
“By the method we had arranged for Prince Zuvor. Agent K — Fritz — learned that Zuvor had a car in readiness in a garage up in Connecticut. I saw to it that a bomb was arranged in the automobile set to explode after the car had gone twenty miles.
“Zuvor instructed Berchik to use that car in his escape. The bomb exploded and the car toppled into a ravine.”
“Did any one suspect the cause of the accident?”
“We think not.”
The Red Envoy sat as silent as a statue. Prokop shifted uneasily. He felt that he was inferior to this strange person who came to visit him as the direct representative of a powerful organization…