"Now, Mr. Hersheimmer, perhaps you will be so kind as to come to the point?"
"I guess that won't take a minute," drawled Julius. Then, with an abrupt change of manner: "Hands up—or I shoot!"
For a moment Kramenin stared blindly into the big automatic, then, with almost comical haste, he flung up his hands above his head. In that instant Julius had taken his measure. The man he had to deal with was an abject physical coward—the rest would be easy.
"This is an outrage," cried the Russian in a high hysterical voice. "An outrage! Do you mean to kill me?"
"Not if you keep your voice down. Don't go edging sideways towards that bell. That's better."
"What do you want? Do nothing rashly. Remember my life is of the utmost value to my country. I may have been maligned"
"I reckon," said Julius, "that the man who let daylight into you would be doing humanity a good turn. But you needn't worry any. I'm not proposing to kill you this trip—that is, if you're reasonable."
The Russian quailed before the stern menace in the other's eyes. He passed his tongue over his dry lips.
"What do you want? Money?"
"No. I want Jane Finn."
"Jane Finn? I—never heard of her!"
"You're a darned liar! You know perfectly who I mean."
"I tell you I've never heard of the girl."
