“Go!” he said. “Ivan will start you on the way to safety.”
He rang the bell, and the dull-faced man entered. Berchik followed him, and was conducted to the cellar.
There, Ivan, with amazing skill, placed make-up on Berchik’s face that gave an entirely different appearance to Berchik’s features. Then Ivan supplied him with a new overcoat, of different pattern than his own.
Prince Zuvor’s servant opened a door, and Berchik found himself in a concealed alleyway that led to the street in back of the house.
Berchik was off to safety!
HE followed the alleyway to the side of the house in back of Prince Zuvor’s residence. The house was apparently deserted. But Berchik, following the directions which he had read, opened the side door and entered.
He went to the front door of the house and peered through the glass panel. A taxicab drove up. It had been summoned to this address by Prince Zuvor. Berchik hurried out and entered the cab.
As they turned the corner to the avenue, a car rolled by in the opposite direction. It was the sedan that had followed Berchik to Prince Zuvor’s house. The eyes within must have spotted Berchik in spite of his disguise, for the sedan stopped suddenly.
“Hurry!” said Berchik to the driver. He had given the man an address named on the list of directions.
The cab sped rapidly onward. It turned into a side street, and Berchik left it.