“Yes. There’s a man called Doc Curfoot––”
“Who!!”
And suddenly, for the first time, Neeland remembered that she had been the wife of one of the men below.
“Brandes and Stull are the others,” he said mechanically.
The girl stared at him as though she did not comprehend, and she passed one hand slowly across her forehead and eyes.
“Eddie Brandes? Here? And Stull? Curfoot? Here in this house!”
“In the salon below.”
“They can’t be!” she protested in an odd, colourless voice. “They were bought soul and body by the British Secret Service!”
All three stood staring at one another; the girl flushed, clenched her hand, then let it fall by her side as though utterly overcome. 373
“All this espionage!” cried Sengoun, furiously. “—It makes me sick, I tell you! Where everybody betrays everybody is no place for a free Cossack!––”