The tall man’s words came in sharp syllables, with a slight accent.
“Yes,” replied the visitor, in a respectful tone.
“You asked to see me,” replied the tall man. “I am Mr. Albion.”
Berchik looked at the tall man, and a smile of recognition dawned upon his face.
Despite the plainness of the man’s attire — he was dressed in somber black — the visitor knew that he stood in the presence of an important personage.
“I know you, sir,” explained Berchik, in a respectful tone. “You are Prince Zuvor.”
The tall man held up a warning hand.
“Hush!” he commanded. “Do not mention that name. It must be forgotten.”
HE walked across the room, and sat in a huge armchair. He waved his hand, and Berchik took his seat opposite him.
“My name is Richard Albion,” said the tall man, with a slight smile. “It is better that I should be known by that name than by my former title.”