“In the back seat, as you told me.”
“Get them.”
Gregori opened the door. He leaned into the car, and stepped back suddenly with a startled cry.
“Look!” he exclaimed. “Look!”
He produced a flashlight and turned it into the interior. There, half on the floor, half on the seat, lay a tall sprawled figure, whose face was turned toward the far side of the car.
“It is the one they were seeking!”
Gregori’s exclamation ended abruptly as a warning hiss came from Motkin.
“Say nothing!” ordered the official, in a low growl. “Stay here. I shall send Prensky to help you bring him into the house.
“He is still alive” — Motkin was bending over the still form — “and I may have need of him. Bring the hat and the cloak also. Above all, say nothing. Do you understand?”
Gregori nodded in obedience.