The Shadow knew!
CHAPTER VIII. MEN IN MOSCOW
THE lofty towers of the Kremlin loomed like spectral spires against a darkening sky as a man strode toward them along a narrow street of the Kitai Gorod — the old commercial quarter of Moscow.
Turning a corner, the walker lost sight of the famous citadel as he made his way along another byway that was lined with antiquated buildings. Passing a soldier who stood beneath a dim street lamp, the walking man raised his hand in friendly greeting. The soldier spoke in Russian.
“Good evening, Comrade Senov,” were his words.
Responding, Senov kept on his way. A tall, hard-faced man, of powerful physique, he seemed to symbolize the spirit of new Russia. Many knew Senov, ardent champion of liberated workers. A smile appeared upon his leathery lips as he thought of the soldier’s greeting.
For this man whom they termed comrade was no friend of Bolshevism. Behind his stern, immobile face lay a shrewd brain that remembered the days of the old regime. There was no Czarist in all Russia more determined than Michael Senov.
Once a member of the secret police in the former capital of Petrograd, Senov had joined the Bolshevist uprising to act as a spy. His true identity unknown, Senov had risen with the Red regime.
Now he was Comrade Senov, a man who never sought favors, and who held no dangerous ambitions.
Well known and well liked, he was a familiar figure in this district of Moscow. Even under the drastic government of the new city, Senov was above suspicion.