PROKOP nodded understandingly, but his black eyes shone with unrestrained animosity. His next words came from his lips in venomous tones.
“Prince Zuvor has wealth!” he exclaimed. “Wealth that belongs to us! Some day we shall regain it!”
“We can wait,” said the Red Envoy quietly. “Remember, this is America, not Russia. Here they regard Prince Zuvor’s money as his own.
“We have many important plans under way. We must not jeopardize them by seeking vengeance too soon.”
“Prince Zuvor has friends,” said Prokop. “He gives money to other Russians who supported the czar. He has adopted the name of Richard Albion. His American friends are wealthy. He urges them to help those who escaped from Russia. He — “
“Does he know of our activities?” interrupted the Red Envoy. “Has he attempted to discover our meeting place?”
“No. He suspects that we are watching him. He is cautious. He protects himself.”
“Very well. So long as he does no more than that, he must be left alone. He is our decoy. He will lead others into our snares, as he brought Berchik into our power. Through him we will learn many things that we need to know.”
Prokop nodded slowly. The truth of the Red Envoy’s words was obvious, even to his prejudiced mind.
“Remember!” The masked man’s voice was emphatic. “Prince Zuvor must be watched — but not harmed! One false step would mean ruin. If any agent fails to heed these orders — “