Berchik nodded.
“That is why I have come here to-night,” he said eagerly. “I am in danger, your excellency. You are the only one to whom I can turn for help.”
Prince Zuvor smiled sympathetically.
“When Prince” — Berchik caught his words — “when my master died, he left me with a singular mission. I was to bring what remained of his vast wealth here to America, to divide it among men who had befriended my master when he was in trouble.”
“Did you succeed?”
“Yes. After difficulties. I dealt with one man alone — the man who had been appointed by my master to divide the wealth among the others.
“But since then, I have been hounded. Agents of the Reds have been upon my trail. I have not dared to attempt an escape.”
“What do they want of you? Do you still have any of your master’s wealth?”
“None of it. I have some money of my own enough to enable me to escape.”
“Why do they seek you then?”