“I am an American,” declared The Shadow.
“Your name?” growled Motkin.
“I have many names,” replied the man in the chair. “I utilize different ones on different occasions. At present, I am traveling under the name of Henry Arnaud. That should be sufficient for my identity.”
“You carried no papers—”
“My passport bears the name of Henry Arnaud. I did not bring it with me after I left Germany. It would have been of no use to me in Russia.”
Motkin scowled as he studied the man who called himself Henry Arnaud. The Russian official was puzzled by the prisoner’s attitude.
Despite the fact that the man was helpless and a captive in a city where an execution often preceded an investigation, he did not appear to be in the least disturbed. Motkin, seeking a new avenue of discretion, put forth a different question.
“You were the man whom the soldiers sought to capture, were you not?” he asked.
“Yes,” was the reply.
“How did you escape them?” asked Motkin.