The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-01-25

caused Serge MasIoff to cut short his
seIf-rommuuing and when those
dreaded individuals had gone by he
turned into another street, and after
traversing half a block, halted before
a three-story building with a stuc-
coed front. On the first floor was a
bakers shop. and adjoining the "a
trance TO this was a doorway through
which a dark staircase was visible.
on the upper floor Of this dwelling
were the private offices Of Colonel
JarosIav. the dreaded inspector of the
third section Of police.
A man in civilian dress. who was
Iounging carelessIy outside, stopped
Serge MasIoT at the entrance. but at
the sight Of the stamped document,
which the latter promptly produced,
ne quietly motioned him to enter,
lIaslof briskIy assembled the stair
case. and on reaching the narrow haH
above he was confronted by a second
guard. upon whom the document had
the same effect.
Is not your name Feodor2" asked
Serge.
Nc replied the man. TT is
Ivan"
All. I was mistaken. then. You
resemble a friend Of mine. And how
soon can / see the Inspector"
In q short time, I think. Wait
here I win return at once"
Ivan was as good as his word. He
disappeared through a door at the
. end of the hail. and came back in
less than two minutes
The inspector viii see you now"
he said. GO right in" Serge Mas
/ loft calmly entered the room and
closed the door behind him. The
/ apartment was in the rear Of the
building. and was so dimly lighted by
+ one side window that a lamp was
burning on a large desk covered with
/ papers and writing material. Behind
! the desk. facing those who entered,
( was Colonel JarosIav. the man who
/ was feared and hated by all the
/ EihiIists in Russia He was fifty
/ years of age, with stern, hard face.
/ steel gray eyes. and a closely cropped
( beard. He wore a fun uniform. and
. a single diamond gIittered on finger
Of his right hand.
. The room was In keeping with the
inmate. void Of furniture save a few
chairs and n couch - was dark and
. cherries, with bare. grimy walls. and
/ through the gloom small door was
( visible against the rear wall
/ When Serge Masloff entered the In
/ spector looked sharply up from his
writing.
Wen, what is jt?" he demanded,
/ coIdIy. BE quick, for I am busy
/ this morning, You come from Cap
/ tain Dagmar, believe"
+ Yes" replied Serge. Il have the
/ honor to bring you this" and step
ping up to the desk in the full glow
/ Of the lamp he laid down the docu-
/ ment.
He stood there motionless while the
/ inspector opened the paper and
/ glanced over the contents. nor did his
calm bearing afford any indication of
the terrible thoughts that were surg
/ ing through his mind.
/ Colonel Jaroslav read Andre Dag
mars letter to the end, and then.
with a brief glance at Serge, but no
word of dreaded questioning, he
! quietly reached for a stamped sheet
I Of paper and began to write. bending
! low over the desk.
Serge felt greatly relieved. though
he had confidently expected nothing
/ else. Captain Dagmar's place in the
/ bureau Of police was no insignificant
one. and a request for a passport over
/ his signature could arouse no suspf-
cion in the mind of Colonel JarosIav.
So evidently thought the inspector.
IT was quite natural thing for Cap
tain Dagmar 10 he sending police
spies on secret missions, and. as il
. so happened, the bureau Of police
was even then trying 10 effect nego-
locations with its confrares in Der
lin.
Colonel Jaroslav must have sup
posed that this affair was connected
with that very matter, for without the
least hesitation he covered the paper
before him with writing. and placed
it. carefully folded. in an envelope.
Here is what YOU want" he said.
with a careless glance at Serge. "A
passport to Berlin in the name Of