As she spoke, the young woman thrust one hand into the bosom of her dress. She drew out a little envelope which she held in her hand for a few moments.
"You have been threatened, my Captain?" she whispered, looking up at him.
"Oh, ye-es," assented Captain Jack Benson, shrugging his shoulders.
"And by very desperate people."
"So far," smiled the boy, "they have injured only themselves."
"Yet you do not know how far their vengeance can reach."
"Nor shall I lose any sleep thinking over it," Captain Jack replied, looking down at her with his baffling smile.
"Your enemies had one trick prepared for you," whispered the Russian, "that you might have found it hard to meet."
"Yes?"
"Of course you do not suspect it, but we have even one of the waiters here—a worthless, reckless black—in our pay."